Cart brought in from New Jersey for Fall cleanup
They brought me in from New Jersey. The “they” I’m talking about is the company that owns me. I’m just a shopping cart, so I can’t read or nothing. I only know that I belong to this company — a landscaping one, I think — that takes me on trips here and there to do work for them.
I didn’t get a chance to go to school. Until now, that is. I mean, this company that owns me, brought me here to this school in New York City. Well, they told me I was going to New York City, but next thing I know I was in Brooklyn. Is that a part of New York City?
I dunno. I just came here, because I was forced to do so. It’s part of my job. Still, I try to find some excitement in it as much as I can. Sure, I could be carting food around like some of my cousins do in those large New Jersey supermarkets, but you know what? I got no other choice. These people took me from the only place I called home and so I decided to embrace this work, and on today’s agenda: clean up P.S. 254.
Here we are — ready to pack up after the job is done. They’re about to load me and my comrades (amongst others: milk carton, stand up fan, and lawn mower) into the truck. Goodbye, NYC. Goodbye, Brooklyn. Goodbye, Sheepshead Bay. Goodbye, P.S. 254. It’s back to the Garden State. At least I get to travel across state lines, which is more than I can say for some of the others.
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I could use a lift to a warmer climate if you come across any from the south.
For some reason this reminded me of my all time favorite joke.
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On a remote island in Hawaii lives a tribe of Hawaiians. They are unified in their faith, which is the belief that porpoises are actually gods, who give them direction in life.
Gold is discovered on the same island, and the state of Hawaii sets up a mining operation. The conditions are poor in the mine, and the government has difficulty keeping the workers on site, so they decide to buy a bunch of lions, and place them around the perimeter of the mine, to keep the workers from escaping.
One day, the tribe is praying when the porpoise gods tell them that it is their duty to free these workers from the horrible conditions… So in the dark of night, they sneak to to the mine, and begin moving the workers out of the area by means of secret passages known only to them. When they are almost finished, they are caught by the police…
The charges brought against them:
Transporting Miners across state lions for immortal porpoises.