2011 Poetry: The Spiders Web

 The wind blows briskly by

Garbage fills the sky

The rotting fish stench makes me cry

The CPU fans soft buzz becomes a roar

Acts of which we do abhor

The rotting fish stench makes me cry

 

The rotting fish stench makes me cry

Sticky teardrops from my single eye

Cleaning up is now the chore

Rotting fish stench is such a bore

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