Watch me drop on the
Go on, carry on just sitting
there – looking at me.
I suppose you’ll tread on me
later and not even notice
my saturated remains being subjected to further torture when squished
into the carpet by your husband’s heel.
I’m covered in dribbles of saliva.
Your daughter spat me … out.
Said I was soggy with old milk.
Nothing I can do
about the deafening
as she snaps up a fresher fancy.
Don’t waste your time
Analysing the ‘contents’ on my … throwaway home.
Stick it in the blue bin.
You don’t care about me.
You said ‘Cheerio’ to my mates and sucked them up your enormous vacuum cleaner and left me
no longer sodden
in p i e c e s.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool
Source: Image of ‘Cheerio on a Journey’ is available as a Creative Commons image licensed for reuse, by the photographer Sam Bald.