The Rubber Maid

Blue eight-wheeled Brute.
Catches what filth the world offers.
Seen but not noticed.
Setting in the corner, out of the way.
It will not stock its prey.
Instead, it waits, it waits.
And the world will come to it.
We think we’re the top of the food-chain.
Human-kind is so easily outsmarted.
Such foreknowledge in a garbage can.

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