Thursday, March 6, 2008

Breakup

Hello there, brown grass.
I'll see you next winter, snow.
Let's welcome the sun.

It's been a while, yard.
Did you get browner, or what?
Oh look, dog feces.

Prisoners, kudos!
Chain gangs mean it's cleanup time.
Hey. You missed a spot.

Don't look at me, sir.
That garbage isn't ALL mine.
Just that one pile, there.

BP branded bags
It's the least you can do for
all your negligence.

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