Dear Wastebasket

Dear Wastebasket,

Full of dreams,
possibilities and wild/crazy things.

Just 'cuz I feed you,
clearly too much;
don't get used to it,
don't you fuss.

This setback's only temporary.
I 'preciate your help,
whilst things are hairy.

Soon, quite soon,
you'll be off paper duty
and back to storing the tool I use to
sift what comes from my kitten's booty.

Didn't mean to offend,
just speaking the truth;
I'll admit at least, that line was a tad uncouth.

The fact still remains,
you have my thoughts to gain;
meanwhile I'm losing time, daylight and youth.

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Line count: 20
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Thought process: I'm mad at myself for scratching all my writing ideas and throwing them away. Basically I'm taking my anger out on the trashcan.