When I carry a bag of dog poo at the park,
I put my head down.
My pace quickens to the nearest trashcan.
I can hardly wait
to be rid
of my burden.
Nose down,
I march
across the beautiful day,
engrossed
with the trash in my hand.
When I carry a bag of dog poo at the park,
I put my head down.
My pace quickens to the nearest trashcan.
I can hardly wait
to be rid
of my burden.
Nose down,
I march
across the beautiful day,
engrossed
with the trash in my hand.