A perishable asset

A perishable asset

Past its due date

Leaving a bad taste

A lingering odour

Difficult to ignore

Even with a deep clean

The stench of death

Is a pervading presence

With no redeeming features

Its existence

A building resentment

Disrupting the nature

Of rotation

A clear out

Is long overdue

To provide shelf space

For new stock

To circulate

With room to breathe

New life

Into the old place

It is the way of things

The natural order

Finely balanced

Until the tipping point

When old and new

Become

Indistinguishable

Enough for good

To be thrown out

With bad

And on that day

We shall all

Be lost.