Perfectly Good

 

Fixing things up, making them right

Plugging the leaks, everything tight

Recycle, repurpose, reuse like you should

Why throw it away when it’s perfectly good?

 

Leftovers are fine, we’re like pigs at the trough

So what if it’s moldy, just scrape the mold off

I’ll bet that you’d shop at Whole Foods if you could

But why throw it away when it’s perfectly good?

 

Why go shopping for new love when love can’t be bought?

The lover that’s best is the one that you’ve got

And didn’t she do you the best that she could?

So why throw her away when she’s perfectly good?

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

January 2016

 

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