Detritus
The
Garbage
Trucks
Groan
And
Squeak
Down
The
Street
Once
A
Week,
Keeping
Things
Neat.
The
Job
Is
Grey,
But
We
All
Must
Dispose
Of
Yesterday,
And
Men
Need
Their
Pay.
I strive
To
Limit
What
I throw
Away,
But
Contribute
Heavily
To
Landfill
Disarray,
And
Empty
Continents
Of
Trees,
Using
All
The
Paper
Goods
I please.
When
My
Expiration
Date
Arrives,
Waste
Vehicles
Will
Come
In
Haste,
To
Fetch
Me
In
My
Faded
Party
Dress,
And
Add
My
Body
To
The
Earthly
Mess.
The
Garbage
Trucks
Groan
And
Squeak
Down
The
Street
Once
A
Week,
Keeping
Things
Neat.
The
Job
Is
Grey,
But
We
All
Must
Dispose
Of
Yesterday,
And
Men
Need
Their
Pay.
I strive
To
Limit
What
I throw
Away,
But
Contribute
Heavily
To
Landfill
Disarray,
And
Empty
Continents
Of
Trees,
Using
All
The
Paper
Goods
I please.
When
My
Expiration
Date
Arrives,
Waste
Vehicles
Will
Come
In
Haste,
To
Fetch
Me
In
My
Faded
Party
Dress,
And
Add
My
Body
To
The
Earthly
Mess.
RSS Feed