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Lockdown Chronicles: Intoxicated Bins, Unexpected Encounters

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drunk man with beer glass sleeping on couch after hangout

Green Times

4 cans of Budweiser. I squeeze
Them into the communal bin,
Full of empty bottles.
90 per cent alcohol I think.

It’s absolutely heaving.
Somebody’s getting real pissed.
A neighbour crept up behind me:
We are on lockdown! she hissed.

Clutching 4 Sauvignon Blanc
Tightly to her chest.
At least we’re helping the planet.
Good day lady. All the best!

At least we’re helping the planet.
Good day lady. All the best!

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another by skendong: toilet roll apocalypse

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