Sitting Inside a Shipping Container【POETRY】

Sitting Inside a Shipping Container

Sitting inside a shipping container
I put a traffic cone on my head
Because no one else is here

It smells like rubber which reminds me of pigs
Their lovely hide feeling or smelling nothing like
The rubber of the cone
but I think about them nonetheless

Though I suppose the factories
They are burned at
Probably smell like rubber

I oink like a pig
Because no one else is here
And all the pigs are gone

I saved them from this shipping container