Old People Are Garbage Good for Gardening

You don’t know how good you are

Until you are good and dead

And by then the question as to how good you are

Is superseded by how dead you are

“This has to make sense”

We tell ourselves while munching on a good chicken wing

We exchange loud salamu alaykum to check if we are all good and alive

It’s not easy to take people’words at face value nowadays

Because you are trying to get words to have arms and legs

So they can do all the kissing for you

But what’s the cost of a bitter life nowadays?

We keep sweets in our pockets like charms against the bitterness of life

And hope they will keep us sweet enough

To be remember with a smile

When we are garbage only good for gardening

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