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The Garbage Woman
Garbage spreads in my room
when tossed onto the floor,
I even have toilet paper
that follows me out the door.
I can't go anywhere alone
because trash has got an eye,
it goes everywhere with me
and I am not telling a lie.
In my pocket wrappers ride
and gum sticks to my shoe,
oh no, the garbage truck,
what am I suppose to do?
If they smell me nearby
they'll put me in a can,
I have become a walking bush
to fool the garbage man.
Free me from this life of filth
in which garbage has a say,
I wear a strong smell of skunk
that just won't go away.
My hair is sticky from the food
that wind blew up on me,
I was trying to eat carefully
but my hair was blowing free.
The banana peel I slipped on
laughed when I got up,
I went to take a drink of juice
and some spilled from my cup.
My shirt is wet and dirty
and I need to take a shower,
it would be a wanted miracle
if I smelled more like a flower.
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