It's Thursday, and the garbage truck
The coolest guy in Bolingbrook
Perform the coolest job for me.
He's here with slight but slyly slouch,
One hand begloved, the other bare,
He grabs and tosses bags, but OUCH!
I think he'll leave that one right there.
Now hoist the blue bins. Empty! Throw!
And watch them dance with asphalt. Ooh!
I know the joy to let it go:
Such emptiness is good for you.
He drives away his garbage truck.
I'll miss him, always cool to see
The coolest guy in Bolingbrook
Perform the coolest job for me.
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