I tier my poems:
Tier 3: Garbage
Tier 2: Decent Garbage
Tier 1: Garbage I'm going to send out to be rejected.
I haven't had time to thoroughly pick out what poems I want to send out this Wednesday (yes, every 15th [approx] I send out my work). I work now, but I try to find time for poetry. I went to Noodles and Co for lunch and took out a manila folder of Tier 3 poems.
What I'm most comfortable with in my life is my lack of confidence. I don't think I can make it so I have nothing to lose mentality.
Garbage has nothing to lose -- it's already discards.
Once, a friend of mine said we're community college garbage. Except for the community college part, I'm pretty garbage.
I can't think of a redeeming metaphor without it being cliche.