COUNCIL GARBAGE It's NOT favouritism, it's NOT unfair, we do what we LIKE and we DON'T care. I can have MY bin emptied as much as I like, if you disagree with me, then take a hike. All together, garbage, recycled and green waste, in the one truck and on the same day. YOU can't do that, YOU don't work here. For YOU it's different - see my sneer. YOU can't mix the bins or use the one truck, guess what? YOU'RE out of luck. For YOU it's different bins, different trucks and different days. Reduce global warming, YOUR rule stays. You phoned and wrote a letter of complaint, called it favouritism, corruption - Oh! How quaint. Our code of conduct doesn't apply, principles and ethics are all pie in the sky. We protect our own and our lurks and perks, people like you - well, you're just jerks. We can do nothing wrong, it's nev' our fault, we just need more money to fill our vault. We'll write a spin letter and tell you you're wrong, black is white and day is night. To return and collect bins would increase the cost, your complaint is false, your reality's lost. To use another's bin as well as your own, we do not recommend or condone. This couldn't have happened, your reality's lost, your complaint is false and rates don't cost. My reality's lost, BUT the truck's there again, two days this week - my God, what cheek. Favouritism, unjust, but they don't care, my reality's lost it's up in the air. So Struggle Street loses again to the few, who flaunt the rules that control me and you. © Copyright Peter Mooney 2004-2007

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