Ode to a Garbage Man; My Hero
Sitting pretty at the helm of his forest green chariot
It's not easy being this way
But there's bills to pay
And Cassandra broke her arm
And you know what?
Money doesn't grow on trees.
So up goes the giant crane
Dumping more than just tuesday's takeout
(There's also diapers and sauerkraut)
But this is his dominion
Three days out of the week
He is the waste management king.
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