JUNK YARD

A heap of once a time goodies-
The smell of fresh ware house products
And the look of new dresses and possessables.

What used to be my favorite,
I traded with a vacuum at home.
It's at the junk yard now, decaying away.

They cost a fortune, the Michael Kors wears
Albeit, not even for a token,
The children of Trash Land adorn themselves with them.

6 feet.. It's counted beneath her, call it the junk yard.
Trash Landers, they devour our wealth, call them members.
Nothing was never ours after all, tread softly.

*(K)Hadijat*