Log on the fire burning into white ash.
Stick in fireplace turning into white ash.
When the fire’s cold, thrown out with the trash.
Used up, ejected, treated just like dirt.
Disposed, rejected, tossed out same as dirt.
One unraveling thread dooms the entire shirt.
Condom in the corner when the passion’s spent,
Tossed into the corner after love is spent.
One more dead unmourned soldier in the tent.
Expired, discarded, discharged just like dirt.
Damned and abandoned, swept out just like dirt.
Maybe not dead yet, maybe only hurt.
Mission finished, an empty toothpaste tube.
Purpose over, a used-up toothpaste tube.
Just gum on the fanblade after it’s chewed.
Tossed out, discarded, forgotten – just dirt!
Thrown out at the wedding, now I am dirt:
Left-over confetti lying in the church.
Log in the fire burning into white ash,
Wood on the fire turning into fine ash.
My steady warmth spurned by you in a flash!
Disposed, dejected, treated just like dirt.
Thrown out, ejected, treated worse than dirt.
One unraveling thread dooms the whole damn shirt.