Like a penny stuck to the ground
By a chewed up and discarded piece of gum.
Or a laptop laying at the dump
That even the birds don’t want to eat.
A key you never use on the keyboard
Or the word you once knew the meaning of.
The memory of a person that faded
Until you know nothing about them.
Born into an unfortunate circumstance
She lays there, unwanted, for weeks.
Unheard cries for things like food
Far beyond the desire for love…
The way she entered the world
Is exactly the fucking same
As she will leave.
So terribly misused by people
In events she had no purpose within.
Extra baggage she carried to town once
Nobody helped her unpack.
A worm she found and believed
Whispered lies in lieu of truth
All evens in her past she concedes
Were mistakes before they occurred.
Once ripped of her dignity
This one took her pride away
Then waved it in the air
Every year for a decade.
It matters not that he has no fans
Nobody is a bigger fan of himself than he.
But for all her mistakes
Her misjudgement of people
And what they wanted from her
She finds herself
“We are gathered here today
To honor the life and memory
Of this poor fallen woman.
Nobody wanted to step forward to speak for her
So I will end with saying
She was God’s child.”
Witnesses bore their versions of the truth
The rest simply re-wrote history.
What you couldn’t learn about her by word of mouth
She left in book form you can buy for a price.
Three times her headstone has been knocked down
By schoolchildren that heard the stories
Of how this worthless woman sinned
With embellishment for those
That wanted to feel better
About their own sin.
Within her book “Natural happenings”
It opens with her desire
The one within her heart
Of a beautiful, clean home
Sat in the country
With fence all around it
Children playing in the yard
Her husband, completely devoted.
She happily swirls around the house
Doing the mundane
And ecstatic over it.
A huge contrast
To the cardboard box
They found her dead body in.