Where all your yesterdays used to be, you mean, before your house got too cluttered that there wasn’t even enough space for you to move around?  You’d, saved ALL your yesterday, for reminisce’s sakes, out of nostalgia, and now, you’d, end up, with these, huge PILES of garbage, about to, bury you alive!

not my photograph!

not my photograph!

Where ALL your yesterdays used to be, they’re, already gone, and no matter how good you were, that’s, all done with, you don’t have that no more (and your point being???), and yet, you still, can’t get your HEADS out of your separate ASSES to deal with it?  How long will it take, for you, to finally realize, that you ain’t what you used to be, that you’d, grown old, gray, and beat, huh?

Where ALL your yesterday used to be, well, they’re all, rushed away by those streams that carried away ALL the trash that people dump into those polluted rivers, toward the oceans now………

like this creature?  Not my photo.

Where ALL your yesterdays used to be?  Well, they’re, probably, RIGHT where you left them, where, did you see them last, huh?  Try out back, where your beat up jeans, torn apart shirts, those socks with holes in ‘em had been, hung out after the wash!