I see a bucket in the parking lot and to me it's just an obstacle.
Maybe it will be turned into something else since it's recyclable.
Parked in my car, I see this guy wander right on by.
He seems to have a beef with this bucket; I'm not sure why.
He kicked it and flipped it and bounced it off a car.
The bucket had landed far too near and he needs it to go far.
Picks up the bucket as if to say "fuck it", walks on like a boss.
He's eight feet tall and has it all and again gives it a toss.
"It could be a hat" I see him think; "Maybe not. That's stinks."
As he turns the bucket upside down, he does a yoga sphinx.
As if that was not enough, he had to prove he's super tough.
So he kicked it to the middle of the road and that was almost rough.
He avoided the car that missed him by a sliver.
He the picked it up again a decided it was time to giv'r.
Gone was the bucket and the guy along with him.
Here I still sit and wonder if he picked it up on a whim.
I have to wonder if he just needed a bucket to carry his fuck.
Because the only one he had was the bucket where his head was stuck.
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