Trash
We’ve seen it
The litter someone leaves
In a place they shouldn’t
Beneath a table
Alongside a road
On the sidewalk
Or
In this case
Next to my car
In the Planet Fitness parking lot
We shake our heads
A garbage can is right there!
But even if one wasn’t
Why leave it here?
Take it home
Toss it in your trash
But, whoever it was,
Didn’t
Why not?
Laziness?
Spite?
Embarrassment?
(“I can’t let them see me drinking this”)
Maybe
Chances that there was a legitimate excuse
Or semi-excusable explanation?
5%
At best
The cup on the curb has me wondering
Speculating
Who left it?
How old was he?
Or she?
Rich or poor?
Somewhere in-between?
Fulfilled or frustrated?
Drunk or sober?
What led to the decision?
Was it a decision?
Or is this something
Some people do?
Without thinking
People not raised right
Never taught effectively
There are three kinds of people
Those who would leave a cup on the curb
(A small percentage of us)
I think
(I hope)
Those who wouldn’t leave a cup on the curb.
(A large percentage of us)
I think
(I hope)
And those who,
Spotting the cup
Shake their heads
But pick it up
Throw it out
Wash their hands,
And never consider
That we depend on them
The third kind of people
To rescue us
From the first kind of people
Which kind of person are you?
