The binmen know
Where the single go
For solitary takeaway.
The meal for 1
Fills the trash
While the used condom
Is often found
On the needled ground
But no cash
Equals no company.
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K Morris - Poet 
A sad comment on life today, Kevin.
It is, Vivienne. The idea for the poem came to me yesterday as I lay in bed listening to the binmen taking away the rubbish. I thought “they must see it all”, hence this poem.