please don't laugh at this insanely inspired poem called -Seeing three pieces of plastic becoming involved in a love triangle with each other
Parked up in a windy empty street, munching.
A black and obviously empty dog shit bag tumbled slowly by.
For whatever brain dead reason I watched its wafting progress in the wing mirror.
Soon it was joined by a little white piece of plastic
and, they seemed quite happy to be rolling along together for a while
but that was until they were joined by another piece of white plastic
bigger than either of them.
The little piece of plastic floated closer to this newcomer
and suddenly they went on their merry gusting way
leaving Mr Blackbag fluttering all alone in a corner.
I stopped looking in the wing mirror since this was all becoming very sad
and instead looked in the rear mirror at my reflection
thinking this was becoming all too mad
especially since tears were welling up in my fucking looney eyes!
( but could she, Little Miss White Plastic have suddenly turned into a racist? )
at that point and fortunately a sensible window in my head opened up
and a voice sounding very much like my own screamed-
NO! NO! NO! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!
which I did momentarily.
But when that window closed and a nut job opened another
I thought ( in terms of pollution) I hope those two don't have kids!
Then it was time to take my, medication that had been prescribed after one week
of being on, WRITE OUT LOUD!
and drive off.