Enough with love and beauty
Sanitation workers need a poem
Or even a statue in the park
Honoring them for lifting the endless
Cans and poorly bundled sticks
That annoy the hell out of them
The stench too as they hop on
And off the truck, dancing to the music
Of brakes and noisy lifts
Anyone thank them or slip them
A crisp twenty dollar bill
So how many cans make a career
Or rainy days or tons of garbage
That disappears like they do
From our consciousness
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