Garbage Truck Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Fiction is what's behind guilt
And every single story ever told
Keeping your invective to yourself
When they roll their eyes at your perceived lack of authenticity
Cue these sounds; blowing one's nose, moving around restlessly, snoring

Keeping my invective to myself
At 6: 30 AM on Mondays and Thursdays
Time to pick up the garbage
Garbage can lids sealed tightly to prevent animals from scattering the contents
Two men crushed to death by accident
The garbage compactor emergency switch wasn't working properly
Splat! went the interruption to a human's machine-like focus