"The Trash Men" a poem by Charles Bukowski:"Here they come/
these guys/
gray truck/
radio playing/they are in a hurry/it's quite exciting: /
shirt open/
bellies hanging out/they run out the trash bins/
roll them out to the fork lift/
and then the truck grinds it upward/
with far too much sound.../they had to fill out application forms to get these jobs/
they are paying for homes and /
drive late model carsthey get drunk on Saturday night/now in the Los Angeles sunshine/
they run bakd and forth with their trash bins/all that trash goes somewhere/and they shout to each other/then they are all up in the truck/
driving west toward the sea/none of them even know /
that I am alive/
REX DISPOSAL CO."by Charles Bukowski
