lucky piece…

looked through his garbage…couldn’t find a thing at first…no clues…nothin’…just empty cans…pork and beans…Chef Boyardee…bunch of Pepsi bottles…plastic kind…and there was this swarm of flies everywhere…flies and bumble bees buzzin’ ’round…makin’ it hard to concentrate…forgot what I was lookin’ for…just some kinda’ trace of him…a picture…an old used wallet…somethin’ I could hold onto…somethin’ I could keep…so I raked through the trash…found an old Boy Scout medallion…was all tarnished and lookin’ pretty beat…wondered why anybody’d throw that away…he loved bein’ a Scout…was real proud of that part of his life…real proud…so…I put it in my pocket…hold onto it…like some kinda’ lucky piece…some kinda’ lucky piece…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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