Litter Goes Here Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Oh! What a strange place at last I found?
Really it's stinking because the human trash.
But it's little better than some other places.
I brush up my brief resume and thought
If I get a position here somehow
At least I could have survived for sometimes.
They might have read my complicated mind;
'Sorry, this is a place for Machinery only
And Manpower is not necessary.'
'I believe that I too a machine some kind dear,
They use me when they need and chase me when disliked.'

* To my Persian Boss who firmly believes that one plus one is eleven?