inside my backpack

the portal to my crazy life
opens with a zipper
the cookie crumbs 
and broken pens 
might be the first you encounter
but soon to follow 
are the old notebooks
with strange thoughts
and weirder sketches 
the back up rubber bands
I almost never need
after that 
you might want to turn back 
for some contents 
are not pleasant things 
a half used shampoo bottle 
a sock, that may or may not be clean
(a mystery I'm my nose is currently unprepared to solve)
some loose change 
a cherry dum dum 
some sticky substance
I think might be maple syrup 
a broken pencil 
a crayola marker
an empty mint container 
and a large assortment of small food particles 
you know the kind that get stuck in the cracks and seams of your bag 
not as bad 
as I thought it was! 
wait. . .
what's that?
Oh yeah, I'm not done. 
an old band aid 
gucky and gross
some greasy food wrappers 
and a week old piece of toast 
there might be a mold colony 
in the bottom left corner 
but they're staying put there
and I don't want to bother them 
if you thought that was bad 
you should see my room.