these gentle giants
of orange, such good, good folk.
Equipped with giant utensils,
genial expressions,
and just the right amount of attitude,
I often see them
combing the road-side
ditches of my local highway.
What an environmentally-conscious bunch of rascals,
I'm calling it now,
these guys are sure to pop a cap in
our earths pollution problem.
They're practically
homicidal when it comes to how much they care.
I mean genuinely care.
They meticulously scrape every
blade of grass for McDonalds
wrappers and cigarette butts,
leaving me speechless from
the confines of my mom's minivan.
I almost want to shout out my window,
"Murderer! Murderer! You're a murderer of
old-world conventions that suggest the world
is invincible and incapable of decay!"
But I don't...
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