Ode to a Broom

A carcass lays in peace
Amongst garbage, divine
Sidewalks stay unkempt as cleaning will cease

His friends will all miss him
In the closet they remain
No longer will they jest, “Boy, you look slim”

I wonder what it was, oh the last straw
Could it have been violent or tragic?
Only an oracle could of foresaw

Tears have been shed-ed
But you know we must move on
Because when the streets are clean, forever we are indebted