The Pile

The old, the new
The lost, the found
Your aunt's sloppy kiss
The things you didn't like in life and the things in life you did

The mother gives it a repulsive look
And wishes it wasn't there
A piece of junk she calls it
And shoos it up the stairs

But when she's not looking
The thing crawls back
It packs its bags and settles in
And makes itself a snack

It turns into Hitler
And decides to conquer the world
For the best or worst no one knows
But it's really quite absurd

You should've seen it that last day
Everything a right mess
Until we bought the garbage bag
And got rid of it, more or less