I am an artist,
an architect.
I sculpt my trash into art,
but every Tuesday I fail.
A big box on wheels takes my work
and puts it in a giant pale.
I wish I knew what his name was,
and if he's done anything creative in the past 6 days.
He'd probably take the credit for my work.

My sculptures are like life for some people:
Wasted and unnoticed.