Don't watch me wrestle both cans at once
Back up from the curb on garbage day.
You'll see me yelling in the wind,
Barking my orders like a marine
And dragging my wayward boys home
By their ears and calling them
Sons of motherless goats.

I'm sure proper ladies drag
One can up at a time
In perfect submission and silence.
Or maybe they have some decent neighbor man
To make an honest woman of them
And deal with the trashcans on their behalf.

But some of us gals don't take well to charity,
And at least a few of us have better things to do.
And me, I use it as a chance
To face the bitter realities
Of garbage, and my true place in the world,
And the total sum of the foul situation bids me curse it!

-jenn