I am a disposable
plastic cup
and
someone left me lying
on your driveway.
and rain,
well,
it washed away my logo
just a smear of
Green now.
I wish you saw me the way I see me.
Because
every time you slight me
I’m empty/disposable/Green
you don’t bother
to put me out of my misery
(throw me away)
maybe someday
when I run out of mugs
I can put my coffee in the litter on the ground
thought no one, ever.
But I have to believe
I’m some kind of
backup to you,
cuz if I’m not
you don't care/ just left me here to rot
(And in case you were wondering
plastic
doesn’t
rot)