May I Have Your Rubbish?

May I take your rubbish? ~ Flight Attendant
That's a great prompt. ~ Jhe T.

God as I understand him
stopped by the other day,
when I was gritching
at the electrician who fixed lights
but they keep fritzing out,
as I railed about Washington bigwigs
doing nothing but lining their pockets,
in the midst of my rant of how badly
my brother treats me...
The God I understand put his arm around me,
smiled so sweetly at me —
but at all the folk around me, too...
He walked by with a trashcan
as he gently calmed me and asked,
"May I have your rubbish?"