Sifting through these sheets,
and seeing nothing,
words and words,
but no longer anything
of quality.

Trash, trash, trash
it's all trash.
Garbage, filth, junk,
waste, rubbish, rubble.

It's all so gross,
filled with maggots,
rotten and empty,
so filthy.

It hisses,
ablaze among the other
pieces of trash.
Crinkling, shrinking
into a black mass of nothing.

Yet still, its trash!
Some warmth for a moment,
than that moments gone.
and it's still lingering
in my mind.
Trash!

They're wrong!
light in ones eye,
it's not hope, no,
it's trash!

Trash ending
flames consume each
page, a crumpled mass,
one by one, into the pit,
to burn, like trash!

Than the last lump
of trash dies out,
the lights fades.
and a smile is across my face.

*bang*

The last piece of trash
bleeds out,
ending the reign
of the trash poet.