"Get The Trash Out to Bins"
"NEVER COME BACK AGAIN"
Get The Trash Out to Bins
To Never Come Back Again
"I" am authoring this poem in first person using "I". This story is not just about me. It reflects our society, and to whomever it resonates with now. "I" am happy with glee.
The news read despair,
I do not care,
But be aware!
Read your nursery rhymes,
And in time
The good girls and boys will play
To rid their home of trash,
As trash spews atop the bin
Of crash and bang sin
Of amen vs circular hearts,
Crashing into valentine hearts
Of carts of trash being dumped
In our home of life
Where we live,
And give to live,
And work.
The good boys & girls sat silent,
Watching the dumping of violence
Into trash bins of sins
As the I saw the red rose
I picked it up,
Placing the rose pedals under my nose
I carry the red rose in my hand,
As we the children walk across this land
To salute the truth
Children smile.
Moms smile.
Grandma cries & sighs
“Get your trash off my land.”
Slapping her hand in front of despair
& grief,
To release feelings of disbelief,
As the trash piles onto our home,
Of decency of true homes
On loan.
I read this poem
Of so long,
Trashy men of no morals
Or decency,
To not trash our homes.
The good girls’ and boys’ scream
Get the trash off our yard!
They then discard
The dirty trashy men
Of sin
And throw the trashy men into the bins.
To the dump rump!
Written by
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
an ole' soul of the universe
Copyright 2025
Trusselli Art
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.
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