Dear, contemptuously caustic collector,

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How many times must you and

I play these confounding roles?

 

By your laborious thievery

And the spiteful chirruping of your dump-truck reversing

You have eroded all Tranquillity

We are very beeping mad

 

Your head office has been called repeatedly

We’ve sent scathing emails–twice to be exact

Surely you’ve been told

by your superiors

 

This is utter donkey work

for one to collect the trash at four in the morning

Hence…

The bins have been chained shut–hang ‘who they belong to’

 

Let this be your first and last

A direct warning missive

Only upon your return after sun-up, they will be unlocked

 

This scrimmage ends tonight

Now leave silently from whence you came, Night Beast

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In advance, yours arguably ~

One not at all afraid to start a dumpster fire.