bin there done that got the T dirt
where do the bin lorries sleep
who teaches them the welsh words
for danger i am reversing
where do they take their loads
now that landfill is landfull
where do the bin men hang their hi vis overnight
and is there a communal tub of sunscreen
now that summer’s here
how do the bin lorries know where to go
when the maps have been recycled
what came first
the men running or the driver’s speed
why is our street on a thursday
who selfishly booked monday
this poem is made from 100% recycled words
non compost mentis
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