Garbage

Don’t let go of your garbage, Graham.

Don’t let go of it, George.

Don’t let go of no garbage, Gabriel.

Keep it and be an angel.

Though it be but a toothpick wrapper,

pure cellophane all rolled up tight

in a neat little ball, nearly invisible,

don’t let go of your garbage.

Garbage is you. Garbage, us.

Life is but garbage organized.

Only by holding onto it can we...

Don’t let go of it, Gabe, Graham...

George! For fuck sakes! Pick that up!