My soul is an endless rubbish bin.

Filled with crap to the brim.

Every now and again, something will fall out,

And that’ll be the crap I speak.

I’m not particularly pleasing to look at.

I’ll stand, tempting you to come and kick me.

I’m neither happy, nor sad.

Just there to be made use of.

But then again, I don’t just get rid of crap,

Crap is put in me.

Lies and deceit whispered into my ear.

Like the time you told me you loved me Adam.

If you loved me Adam, then why did you try and kill me?

Why?

I loved you. Once.

Why cheat on me with Claire, Adam,

Then shovel into me this shit about me being the only one for you?

I hate you Adam,

Read my lips.

I’m your little rubbish bin.

Spewing out my random shit.

My soul may be an endless rubbish bin, Adam.

But at least it’s clearer than yours.