Trash (an acrostic poem)

Templeton wondered how his frat brothers would perceive him now

Rolling around inside a dumpster looking for his wallet

As if it couldn’t get worse, he could hear the police sirens getting closer

Still if he didn’t find his wallet it wouldn’t matter if he got away

He might as well get used to living in a metal box

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