Bones of a Feast
Trash Night
Our street is lined with
overflowing garbage cans
because you have to pay extra
to have unlimited pick-up.
The poorer class stack their trash to overflowing
the mouths of the cans propped wide open.
Like a wino purging last night's fun.
The raccoons will move in
toppling cans -have a grand feast.
The remains of which blow into my yard-
I read their junk mail just because I can
The toll they pay junking my land.
and let me tell you this is one
junk food munching
fornicating
unpaid bill delaying
***** reading
corona drinking avenue.
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