Soundtrack Of Mondays

“I hear the truck a-coming, it’s rolling ‘round the bend,

And I can’t fricking believe it, it’s garbage day again”

With apologies to Johnny Cash, your song fits my bill,

Refuse we’ve thrown away, soon headed for the landfill

The weekly journey begins with a banging and ‘clang,’

That hails the truck’s arrival with a tortured ‘bang!’

Then machinery grinds and whirs, the end is damn near

Then come the loudest noise, as your fate becomes clear

Our garbage is hurled meekly into the belly of the beast

What once was a new something or other, or a glorious feast

The all meet their inglorious end in dirt, and filth, and mire,

Beside a broken microwave, rotting food, and an old tire