A Run Of The Mill Go And Fill!

 Time for trash.A trash type bash.A bash with trash?Don't have to splish and splash.
Or splash and splish.What a dish.Chucked it goes.There she blows.
Or maybe he.Dish a he or she?Beats little old me.On with my spree.
That is junk.Goes kerplunk.That is used.No longer perused.
Tossed and gone.Not a con.Off it goes.Suffer no woes.
Taken by the truck.And what the fluck.Never a single thought.No added type plot.
Just sat by the lawn,Forgotten and gone.Simple as can be.Unless a hoarder are thee.
Then ignore me.No help for thee.You'll be buried by your stuff.Death by trash would be rough.
Trash day.Here is play.Why is that?Followed the cat?
Insecure and trash.Both can give a bad rash.But both can be tossed.And nothing is lost.
Well unless you leave money in something you trash then it may be lost in the trash mash. But otherwise trash pays you no mind. It is tossed out by all of mankind. All but hoarders that is. Pffft to their nutso biz. So if you can toss trash without thinking why not give insecurity the same sinking? Let them sink into the landfill like broken glass. I'm sure you get what was said by my ever so secure little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.