The junk in the garage is substantial <br />stacks of crap and more crap <br />shit we once used or thought we needed <br />books we never read lay dormant <br />pictures of the dog that died years ago <br />bicycles with seats too small for expanded ass <br />cassette tapes and albums by the hundreds.... <br />fishing rods and reels with lures and sharp hooks <br />something Fleetwood Mac ran out of.... <br />hours of wasted labor are represented by the piles of crap <br />and now it all must go <br />Artificial Christmas trees complete with Hallmark ornaments <br />Giant Santa...plastic pumpkins....witches and goblins <br />fog machine....water skies...surfboards everything must go... <br />put it out in the yard.... <br />Basketball....baseballs....baseball cards...football cards... <br />Dan Marino has thrown his last pass....$.50cents <br />Bottles and jars....glasses and pans.... <br />Makes one wonder where this crap <br />comes from or how we acquired it in the first place <br />My wife looks at it all....and says to me <br />Someone had to have been smoking something.... <br />and it must have been damn good.... <br /> <br />2007 © Ted Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-held-a-garage-sale-and-all-they-wanted-was-the-car/
