American Beauty
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
By the poly-bag that flew
The Bearer
Bought the burden and the bread.
White and light
It flew with delight
The Bearer saw the beauty
In a perfect hue.
Stifled by the world's view
There was nothing that he thought he knew
Then his cell phone beeped and brewed the blues
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