Open Poetry #47 |
Shopping Cart Blues |
The_Doctors_Angel_32 Member
since 2011-01-14
Posts 337Florida, USA |
Theme: How a shopping cart would feel if it were a living thing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am abused everyday by customers, rolled into car doors, children, sometimes adults puke in me like a pail. Homeless people have run off with me. I am used until they have no use for me. Then they leave me in streams rusting until I am found. When I am used up, broken down, when my wheels work no more, I am finally replaced; thrown away. I become junk yard waste, crushed beyond compare, just sitting here until one day I am recycled. When the family is together, the soul is at peace - Russian Proverb |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Tough being a shopping cart, eh? ~ Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. ~ |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Well, being recycled is better than nothing at all. Tough wheeling sometimes. Eric Forget the Psychiatrists they just find out all about you and sell you back to yourself! |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
interesting observations...well written |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
LOL...this is the first time i've ever read a poem about a shopping cart...it was entertaining... There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Enjoyed, Julie. There is even a poem in a shopping cart's thoughts - as Faith's signature implies! I will be very kind to the next shopping cart I use. Smiles. Owl |
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