Trash ( A Day at the Supercenter)

Running kinda low right now, I'm almost out of cash
Rubbing elbows with the dregs, these people are just trash

just look at them ,their clothes don't match, their socks are rolling down
elastic's gone, just like their dreams, life sure sucks in this town

I knew her once, back in the day, before she got obese
every month she moves her kids, she can't afford the lease

It's all her fault of that I'm sure just look at how she dresses
she smokes and drinks and whores, for sure, her children are just messes

Look at THAT one, what a jerk, could he be any dumber?
That muscle shirt is quite the style, that crack, is he a plumber?

Those kids right there are far too loud someone should slap their mothers
Those people they just breed like rats, twelve sisters and six brothers

I bet they're all on welfare too, spending up my dime
lying on the couch all day and wasting all their time

I'm sick of all these people, crap, can you really CALL them that?
They're leeches and they drag me down, disgusting, dumb and fat

I'll bet you that one beats his wife and that girl beats her kid
if you'll just wait until he's gone, I'll tell you what they did

They gross me out and piss me off and all smell like old cheese
I bet their trailer east of town is crawling with disease

They look too brown, or black or grey and have no business here
I wish they'd all just mind their place and freakin disappear

Like germs they are, or ticks and fleas and ever so prolific
If they would all just up and die, well that would be terrific

This country hasn't been the same since they arrived up here
I just can't leave my house at night, I live in constant fear

It's not my fault I hate their guts America is mine
before they sucked this country dry we got along just fine

I really hate to come in here, to save a couple bucks
I have to deal with idiots, bimbos, dweebs and schmucks

If I see one more inbred punk I think I'm gonna wretch
they're ugly, nasty scurvy dogs too stupid to play fetch

To save a dollar for myself I have to go through hell
The rolls on that one turn my gut, and I'm not feeling well

I just don't get the reason why we're all not segregated
some people running round in here just can't be integrated

They plot and scheme to steal my stuff and want to eat my food
they're all entirely self-absorbed, ignorant and rude

That one there's the worst of all, just check that dopey smile
never mind, it seems that's me, I'm on the mirror aisle

LOL, your poem made me laugh. I like the hectic pace of it and the end is an eye opener.

Brilliant. I love it. It should be a song.

S&F

Highly visceral. And the end. So true everybody is thinking the same thing about each other. I am so glad I'm unique, just like everybody else.

Kudos.

[edit on 2-9-2009 by kinda kurious]

Thanks for letting me know. I suppose all I could wish for would be that it would do SOMEthing, for SOMEone... thank you for reading it.

Thank you KK. I'm glad you could relate. I appreciate you reading it, for sure, but am most grateful that you took the time to let me know you did. Thanks again.

reply to post by KSPigpen

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Sounds like the worst poem I've ever heard.

More like the rantings of a sociopath.

Awesome. I knew I would get some of that feedback. I appreciate your honesty.

You made me look up sociopath, Janitor. Yup nailed it! Sweet! I finally have a NAME for it. All this time, I thought I was just an A-Hole.

[edit on 2-9-2009 by KSPigpen]

Done deal bud.

Nice Job...I almost expect you to keep talking in rhymes...lol.
You're my new Dr. Seuss.
Star/Flag

You sir are a poet, hats off to you.

Given the spirited conversation of the day this deserves several stars and flags! Your take on the world is just wonderful!

reply to post by redhead57

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Thanks. I'm guessing you made the connection with the source of my inspiration. Thanks for letting me know what you thought about it.

reply to post by Janitor From Mars

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If you really understood poetry you would realize it's not all happy goo goo warm and fuzzies. "REAL" poets write when they feel, they write when they are upset or happy or are thinking. Their words are riddled and entwined with every emotion possible. So don't think you have the proper intelligence to critique a work like this if you expect it to be some warm fuzzy piece.

Real poetry comes from the heart, regardless of what the heart is feeling.


To KS:

KS, S&F buddy! I enjoyed this and I entirely understand where your coming from. I felt every line and am quite pleased you shared this with us that really understand the deeper meaning of it. Good stuff man and inspiring for sure! Keep it coming friend!



[edit on 3-9-2009 by N3krostatic]

Thank N3kro. You know I appreciate your feedback and your understanding. I was really surprised that I didn't get more insults out of it. I was just really bummed out about how we treat each other, ya know? I might have made it too long...piss people off too much to get to the bottom. Anyway, I really do appreciate you taking time to for N3kro.