This street stinks.
Garbage hasn’t been picked up in days
and the weather’s taken a turn.
It’s different downtown
I’ll bet
but I haven’t left the neighborhood in days.

All I’ve seen is outside my window
and that view is slowly changing
from sidewalk and street
to growing piles of trash.
Even when I don’t look
I know.
The street stinks.

Sanitation hasn’t made an appearance
but every other truck
under the sun
has arrived at every hour
under the sun
the moon
the stars and the smog.
Between the sounds and smells,
sleep is still far away.

I’m not normally one to complain
but this season
these days
it’s just that, well,
everything stinks.