Refuse Resistance

Prologue:

I am gathering my wits

sharpening my intellect

and girding all the perseverance I possess.

It will happen soon,

that which will test

the very soul of my purpose and

challenge not just my senses,

but my absolute existence.

To all of you I bid fond farewells and

fervent wishes to return from this journey

The time is now, the task is at hand.

I will take the garbage to the dumpster. Alas...life is so short.

***

Before me, the desolation looms

and I fight against the dread encompassing me.

Then, with courage mustered, I step toward the fray.

I mount the battlements, swinging bags against swarms

of black, attacking flies, brushing them aside

as stench assails me with such strength

I fear I shall faint.

I toss them, those insidious abominations

of olfactory senses, then

stumbling back I careen to my vehicle door,

open it and clamor inside.

I catch my breath,fight to regain my composure

as I view the carnage, now safe in my truck.

A surge of triumph swells

knowing I have defeated my nemesis

and lived to fight again.

I oblige you my brethren,

heed not the danger and

rise from your couchly entrapments,

cast away from redundant video and

join me in this struggle for freedom from waste.

Aid this diversion I urge you.

Rescue mankind from oblivion,

steady a world on the brink of a precipice and

know the power and peace of victory.

For I know well in my pace-maker driven heart,

encased behind my breasts, that in all of you

dwells a gladiator, a fearless defender of the faith.

I know...

...that you too can take out the garbage.

Epilogue:

Perhaps I do have too much time on my hands.

But, I'm loving it.