There you are.
I smell your rotten eggs from breakfast.
The smell makes my stomach turn.
You disgust me.
You never hurt me.
I just donâ??t like you.
You accept anyone and everything.
You just donâ??t discriminate.
You donâ??t organize yourself.
You have all types of things mixed together:
Pencils, paper, empty chip bags, stale bread,
Pencil shavings, snotty tissue and expired hall passes.
In the classroom, you like to be blue, but in the cafeteria, youâ??re red.
In the hall, youâ??re brown.
Outside on the streets, youâ??re blue, green, black
Or metallic; you know with lines that cross and form diamonds.
Youâ??re just like my ex best-friend.
Youâ??re mixed with good and bad.
The real you is a mystery. But,
Just as she was, you are replaceable.
You stink like a skunk.
Youâ??re small like a turtle or big
Like an elephant, and
You put everything in your mouth like a baby.
I donâ??t know why Iâ??m complaining.
Like I said, you never did anything to me.
You just sit there and let people use you.
After all, you are just a garbage.
