If I Were A Suitcase

If I were a suitcase
This is how I would feel....

I have two handles
And a set of wheels
A variety of colors
With various zipper seals

I've been dragged and pulled and firmly thrown
I've been slashed and ripped and poorly cloned
I've been slid under a bed
And hidden in a closet
I've been stuffed beyond extreme
And drenched under a fawcett
I've been tortured and abused
I've been used and unused
I've been launched into space
And now have fallen from grace.

If i were a suitcase
This is how I would feel...
Tired and old
And ready to be sealed.


by White Tiger

Comments (1)

What an interesting poem feelings of a man who thinks he would be a suitcase!