Groan.

(Groan.)

Nobody wants to keep trash inside
so they lock a box up outside
to dump the junk they find.
These boxes are collected
by big trash contractors
who carry keys for the excrement boxes.
They shoo away the Ones
who seek treasures with the tons
who can't afford fun.
The workers pretend to care.
The managers say, "it isn't fair!"
The CEO's stare.
And Stare.
The people of the world continue to dare
to steal underwear;
that was cast out blindly
by the hand of the worker mindfully
dreaming they had the money
for the nice, brand new panties
(defective-due-to-a-single-hole).
Tuck the panties away in the corner of the garbage
box that stays
locked.
Until the never-ending trucks come
to whisk it away
to
where more workers conspire
to set the system that captured them on fire.
But at night they're too tired. And;
in the morning they're worried that they will get fired.
So it goes.
And
So it goes.
And
So it goes.

(groan.)