My Rummage Sale Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Step up and check 'em out.
Oh, don't be shy.
You like disaster? horror?
Got this from a plane seat neighbor.
Stock tips from a guy at work.
Dumb humor?
Travel tales of Spain?
From waiting rooms here's
cures for troubled minds.
Take one, take all!
A one-date song of woe of jilted love.
While trapped in check-out lines
here's stacks of seedy star dirt.
All must go.
Old texts you toss
or sell or give away.
A book you pick and
choose to read
or not.
But stories, lore and rumor
find their way into my brain
to clutter, rattle, rot.
Please help me clear my mind
to think or sleep.
There's really nothing here
I want to keep.