Once I've reached
my expiration date
and am no longer
a serviceable commodity
Cram my spent ass
into a big black Hefty bag
The extra stretchy
industrial kind
with the drawstrings
to be tied and sealed
Or two perhaps
for support reinforcement
as we don't want
my already decaying bodily parts
sticking out
and scaring the neighbors
Drag my remains out to the curb
or if my weight is too extreme
to haul comfortably
use my old little red wagon
to transport my remains
for the curbside pickup brigade
Maybe I can be recycled
or used for fertilizer
Perhaps
the scavengers
can mine my bones
for raw materials
I won’t be offended
if my carcass is thrown out this way
Because I’ll be very dead
Which as we all know
is a much
bigger problem
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