As long as I have a pair of latex gloves,
I will walk the city streets and do a service
rendered in time, to clean the empty
crevices untended by public concern,
picking up the silly strings of consumerism and
wasted points in the endless game of reusable life.
As long as I have a pair of latex gloves
to keep my body safe from germs,
from invitations into sickness and disease,
parties welcomed by idleness and disconcerting carelessness,
only then will I offer my able life to cleaning
this world of loitering litter.