Bags Of Trash Poem by Kevin Seales

I have a job at home
That my dad gave me
That I don't particularly like

I do it all alone
In hopes that no-one sees me
I'd rather be riding my bike

I'm only ten years old
Why do I need a job
This question I asked my dad

At your age you do what you're told
Unless you join the mob
And that would make me very very sad

So I thought about what he said
About joining the mob and stuff
I guess I never should have asked

I don't want to end up dead
So I guess I'd better be tough
And take out these two bags of trash