Like me, it was discarded
by its family and consigned
to the trash heap, alone.
Like me, it is a little
worn, torn and beaten,
but may still have
a few good years left.
Like me, it was rescued
from oblivion by friends.
Like me, it is out of fashion
and left behind by time.
Like me, it is a rescued relic.
Kiss my ass, Ikea:
it's perfect. I love it! It's me.
- mce
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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