The Dump Truck

There it sits, yellow and black, only room for one in the cab
4 tires, big tires, why are they so big
There’s lot to carry
So many moments, so many things

I was angry at you for waking me up – that’s in there
I was in the middle of working and you called – that’s in there
I thought about how my dog is getting older – that’s in there too

Last week, when I wanted to go do something
You asked me to help you instead – that’s in there
I was driving and that person in front of me cut me off – that’s in there
I was thinking about an old friend – one who’s not with us anymore – that’s in there too

No wonder the tires are so big

Where to dump it all????
I can’t just leave it here in the middle of the road, can I?
Someone may trip on it, or worse, pick it up as their own.

In this world of ‘green’ can I recycle it?
What the hell would I turn it into to?
It gets recycled enough!

I show it to some people and they want to fix it all
Like it’s broken somehow.

I just want to dump it!

Ah, yes, over there – that circle.
No, it’s not a cul-de-sac, it’s a circle
Yes it’s all men.  I’m a man – doesn’t that make sense.

It’s my turn
I talk about how heavy my load is
How I’ve been collecting it over the last few weeks
Some is leaking over the side – that’s what told me it was time

How does this dump work
Is there a button
A switch
Oh, it’s that easy
Just talk about what’s inside
I’m pissed off at…I’m sad that…I just wish…
And out it goes.  Somehow gets swept away.
Now my truck’s empty.  Ready for a new load.
Better check those tires.

All I remember feeling as I drove away was a cool breeze.