Beige, Burgundy, Black and Green,
Fortnightly on pavements we routinely convene.
Bottles and plastic, foodstuffs cardboard,
Containers we are, of things unadored
Standing silently through the night,
Comforted by rays, from the street lights.
At dawn expectation quickly arises,
Soon to offload, the things one despises.
Leviathan approaches, that voracious machine,
Insatiably hungry for things deemed unclean.
Its minions grab my kinsfolk nextdoor,
Leviathan swallows then lets out a roar.
Finally my turn, I've done this before,
My contents are swallowed by the great dinosaur.
Returned to my gate by a yellow vested minion,
Health and safety being the compulsory opinion.
And now I must stand, here by the...