Ride on, moron, ride on.

It's dusk and it's cold.

I am putting out large items
on neat piles by the curb,
to be picked up the next morning
on my scheduled pick-up day.

When on a bicycle a moron,
no helmet, grey hair,
rides by.

Moron, condescending, as he rides: "Why don't you just.... throw it away?"
Me, perplexed, after a pause: "Excuse me?"
Moron: "Excuse ME!"

And the moron rides on,
feeling righteous and brave.