Garbage Man - Satire -

Busy shadows follow him on his route Eyes collecting people dressed in a suite Every sweat filled day he tells his story His love’s labor for family glory In his job syringe needles are not strange Trash piles giving us a life in exchange Pill boxes color putrid plastic bags, torn and ejected body’s broken rags We must remove what life has rejected For families we mend lives affected We endure when families are in need Much more than just our families to feed We deliver no matter the day’s length Families depend on their father’s strength