'Trash, Can' feel Empty Too...

' Trashcan Harry' at one time,
really  loved his life of waste.
People he  felt, were always
so kind and  generous to fill his 'space.'

Nowadays though, things are quite scarce
and an  abundance of food  is no longer the case.
As folks' mindsets  around him were  changed
and in another place.

"Now this here is an outrage!
Who's responsible for new,
and bizzarre behavior!?" Trashcan exclaimed aloud.
Somehow he knew he was smelling more than the funk
that reeked from within his bowel, and it 'spoke' to him
that something was surely afoul.

He was determined to learn the source
of his suddenly  'famished'  condition.
So whomever was responsible would have
to answer to him for all those days of the
trash he's been sadly missing.

As Harry wobbled down the hallway of the sixth floor
in a building bustling with humans doing  business
everywhere, he overheard a guy leaning over in his chair.

" Albert! Al-Bert?!"  "Now where did I tell you
to put plastics again?"  "Uhm, over by the water
fountain in the blue bin?" replied a seemingly
shy Albert. Harry was immediately saddened,
and appalled at what he just heard but
unfortunately he wasn't  even sure why,
because he didn't understand  anything
that was said...not a single word.

"Ok, ok..I see THERE is indeed something amiss in the air,
and as the great 'CAN' in the valley is my witness, I will find
out what is going on, with my very last piece of trash, on this I swear!"  

Then he wobbled throughout the large office building,
re-collecting the  trash that was put inside those big ugly
'blue things'  that seemed to be located everywhere.

Problem was though, is as quickly as he filled up on
what 'others' called GARBAGE, he was just as quickly
being emptied out. Over,  and over again by some crazed
looking guy with green, and red spiked hair.

So urgently, Harry had to figure out fast
how he'd handle this nuisance before he was permanently
emptied, hungry, and bare...