Pile of Life

(I have a technical question posted below this post if anyone can be of assistance)

Pile of Life
Wading through a summation of life.

Cuts and infection.

Bacteria seeping through,

Wounds caused by mountains of,

Beer cans,

Used condoms,

Unopened condoms,

Bloody tampons,

Cigarette butts,

Whose quality matched,

The ebbs and flow,

Net income ratio,

Of an excuse for life.

Rats so gorged on left over's ,

They are too fat to move,

Making the circle of,

Life in America complete.

286 processors,

As seen on TV,

Gifted

Regifted,

Wedding gifts,

Still wrapped in ribbon.

Bodies ravaged to pieces,

By scavengers , bodies,

You stepped on,

To get here.

Mailing adds,

Saving you money,

By wasting your time.

Your whole life is here.

Every Mac and cheese box.

Every chard from every,

Broken plate.

Plastic,

Processed,

Disposable,

Packaging.

Bottle caps that tear into your feet,

So that blood and bile,

Mix in your shiny leather shoes,

Till it feels like you are walking on sponges.

Every thing that comforted you while you slept,

Till it no longer matched the curtains,

Your new life.

This is the stench of you.

Not even your,

Celebrity endorsed,

Scent can cover it up.

News papers,

Rag magazines,

Of things,

Long since,

Ceased to matter.

Piss stained pleated pants.

Caffeine depleted coffee cups.

Crumpled paper thoughts.

Skin burning from the sulfur dioxide,

Of all the decomposing stuff,

I couldn't live without.

I am sitting on the top of my heap of shit,

That stretches to the horizon,

Can't seem to answer,

Am I worth this stench?


(How would you live your life differently if you could never throw anything away?)