Off to the bottle depot, six bags in tow
Loading up the car is finally done, Let’s go!
Parking is scarce, line up out the door.
There’s room on the sidewalk for barely one more.
Once inside, there’s workers counting fast,
They do this for hours, how long can they last?
The noise, the clatter, everything is sticky.
No one is smiling, the job is too icky.
The cash machine states the refund to obtain.
Today the machine is broken, back to human help once again.
Don’t go on Monday, after a big weekend of sports.
Remember to tip the workers for all their sorts.
The thousands of recyclables in giant bags piled up to the sky
Where do they end up, one wonders how and why…
