Binman's Strike
Rats and other vermin abound through the waste of mankind's making,
No one working to keep streets safe, such an important undertaking.
The jobs of such are perilous, dirty and disgusting,
Yet these humble jobs in the ditch are cruelly teetering.
The binmen and women to save their jobs are striving,
But to make a point the neighbourhood is suffering.
Garbage mountains are stacked and stinking,
Unwatched youths are kicking and throwing.
Hungry animals snacks are seeking,
Space is limiting,
Overwhelming, disappearing,
For the binmen's return we all are waiting, hoping, praying.
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