“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
Submitted: December 14, 2020
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Ha! Excellent, Mike!
Mon, December 14th, 2020 6:34pmHumorous one Mike; well done!
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Penny Scribe
Interesting Mike, and a little unexpected.
Mon, December 14th, 2020 6:12pmAuthor
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Thank you, Penny; yeah, I couldn't think of a way to blame Trump for our garbage!
Mon, December 14th, 2020 10:21am