Short Garbage Man Poems

the garbage man comes
picking up yesterday’s memories
in plastic bags
and wooden boxes

leaving behind 
empty tin pails
to be filled up again 
with today’s remains...

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Had a dream last night, I was the ruler of a land
Made weekends four days long, imagine if you can
How popular I was
Cheered and beloved
Then I woke and realized my job was a garbage man...

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Had a dream last night, I was the ruler of a land
Made weekends four days long, imagine if you can
How popular I was
Cheered and beloved
Then I woke and realized my job was a garbage man...

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A site like this is wonderful you see...
where we can write and just be..
A place in life where no one see's our
height or weight or what we believe..
Whether Im a doctor or a garbage man
you cant see, Im only judged from what 
you see..
A place we can share our thoughts and dreams..
A place where everyone's so nice it seems..
So let our pen's flow and continue to share...
Such wonderful poems because you know I care.....

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Police and fire sirens blare
An early emergency somewhere

Neighbor’s water squeaking thro’ the pipes
Two cats clawing each other’s stripes

Traffic hums and honks, tires squeal 
In such a hurry…what’s the big deal?

Mower of lawns and whacker of weeds
Garbage man missed: in-reverse beeps

Nearby pickup started and revved up loud
I’m not quite used to this urban crowd

Cell phone buzzes, again I slap the snoozer
I wonder: would I prefer a rooster?...

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When I was young,
knee-deeped in school,
teachers threatened.

"You'll be a garbage man.
If you don't start cracking
at those books, better then
that you shouldn't plan".

Now after grade school & a civil service test.
I'm out here in the streets.
Picking up the trash you throw away.
At seven-fourteen a week.

I have no brains; the hell I don't!
There's no pressure on this job.
I just pick up what you throw away,
and it's really not that hard.
....

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