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Garbage

Garbage
by Steve Johnson

When you find garbage on your eyeball, hide.
It fell from seven birds who climbed a hill.
Believe the shoe that everything has died.

The shoe is stomping on the hill inside
A huge balloon of drooping dollar bill.
When you find garbage on your eyeball, hide.

The garbage comes and you will eat it fried.
I say that life and food are weird but still
Believe the shoe that everything has died.

They gave you many things. They laughed, you cried;
Obese amount of trash after your fill.
When you find garbage on your eyeball, hide.

You see the garbage now, narrow and wide,
Foretelling things impossible to kill—
Believe the shoe that everything has died.

The dead now bite, the garbage stings; you tried
Evasion, but unite with them you will.
When you find garbage on your eyeball, hide.
Believe the shoe that everything has died.
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