Handbag Lament

                                                    Handbag Lament

I'm so full I just can't take this anymore.
Why do you burden me with all these things?
Candy wrappers galore,
Can't you find a trash can?
Three year old cough drops, you'd drop dead if you took one.
Enough kleenix to get a fire going
and warm you up.
The bottle of sanitizer I carry would kill the germs
of all our first graders.
You said I was the perfect size, not too large, not too small,
but you use me like I was a suitcase.
You'll never use all the coupons I hold,
most are expired.
Why the checkbook, you have all those credit cards.
What  am I anyway, a place for your coin collection?
And what's with all those many business cards, I've never
seen you do business with a tenth of those,
could there be some hanky panky going on?
Lipstick, nail file, hair brush, what a mess!
You're always wondering where that odor is coming from,
have you ever been to my bottom?
Give me a break!
And speaking of breaks
my shoulder strap has about had it,
then what becomes of me?
Will I go the way of your other bags and meet a
tragic end?