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My sweater;

Although far from decay,

I still threw it away

That’s the North American way,

Is it not?

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My meal;

I finished the beer

Cuz it’s expensive here,

Veggies were fresh but

I couldn’t finish the rest

To taking it home I protest:

I’m lazy and it would not stay fresh.

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My cell phone;

Damn, another one cracked.

And they won’t take it back.

But phone cases are for losers.

“Hey, take my cash!”

I need the new iPhone, fast,

So the next time I get drunk,

It goes smash!

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My boyfriend;

I’ve invested six months,

But who says I’m in love?

The moment I’m bored I’ll take off.

I thought we were great too,

But you’re clingy, it’s true

A hotter, meaner guy will soon come and replace you.

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Life;

If there was a house

For all the things I’ve thrown out,

I’d be crushed as I walked in the door.

Yet millions of kids

Would kill for that shit,

Like their lives would be better

With our garbage.

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