Trash came on Thursdays
I knew this
I planned for this
When I picked up my life
Snuck outside
And tossed it out
Waiting for someone to come and stop me
But trash came on Thursdays
It was a routine
That I knew
And planned for
It was a routine
That my family knew too
So of course
No one came to stop me
From ruining my own life
Poetry Woe is Me 