The inexperienced garbage rider
Inspected the white bag outside the recycle bin
And tossed it into the truck,
Making the second route's task easier by removing an item.
This nudged my liberal guilt into the realization
That even dog shit can be misunderstood as to its value
If proper packaging is in an improper vicinity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem