Garbage day in My Poetry Slams

Take me out.
Out to the curb.
Curb your expectations.

I’ll always let you down.
Down here’s where we eat.
Eat our just desserts.

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Feasting on the bones of who I used to be
Leave me hungry for I am lackluster

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Potential isn’t the only thing I’ve squandered
Progress isn’t the only thing I’ve hindered
Love isn’t the only thing I’ve hindered
Life isn’t the only thing I’ve squandered

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