I took our neighborhood,
Raised it and placed it in a garbage can,
As th'ree of us walked through't,
You can see the sky 'cause the lid is off,
Tunnels go through the walls,
Which you can't see because they are painted,
Why I did it, I just couldn't recall,
Yes, we have garbage trucks picking up trash,
Ironic, sure I know,
Some of it falls from the sky up above,
That giant people throw,
Because we're trash,
At least we are to them,
But, my children, you are treasures to me.
How is that for one of life's hard lessons?
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