I wake up with the Trashmen
I hear the loud cries of the trash truck's brakes
Squeeling in protest
I see the flash of its headlights
Glaring through my blinds in the dark morning light
Maybe I'll sleep another thirty minutes...
The lights beam into my eyes
Fine, fine... I'm up now
I can hear the men coming down my street
Pull my legs through my pants
My arms through the sleeves of my shirt
Clang goes the trash cans
As their contents are dumped into the truck
Make my way to the bathroom
They're almost to my house
Brush my teeth, comb my hair
Back to my room
Slide on my coat
Swing on my backpack
Hand on the doorknob
Look out the window
The Trash Men are here
I guess it's time to go
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