Oh Big, Large Black Bag.
You are Cellini Euroline.
(Maybe that means you were only supposed to travel Europe.)
How big you are!
And plastic.
With brown patches that attempt to hold your old ass together.
Oh Large, Humungous Bag,
And old at that.
Already your one foot is missing
and a rib has cracked in two.
Not long it will be before you carry your last load
and shuffle off your zippy-ness.
You follow me everywhere I go.
When everyone is gone I turn around and there you are,
just sitting there,
not moving or saying anything (which tends to be creepy).
Sometimes you can be stubborn, o yes.
I drag,
I push,
I carry.
Cellini Euroline.
You are my BFF.
Or maybe a stalker.
Hah!
THE END
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