Neighbor's cause garbage nightmare

In my new condominium complex, 95% of the neighbors do not know how to keep a clean house, and refuse to take out the garbage. It causes us to have fumigation every two weeks. Many neighbors come out onto their balconies in their pajamas and throw bags of garbage over onto the sidewalk below. How disgusting! We have two garbage dumpsters on the property, most people just walk up to it and place their garbage in front of the dumpster instead of putting it directly in.

Let me speak of the laundry room. Most of the tenants leave their clothes in the dryers for weeks at a time, and dare you, just dare you to remove them so you can have the convenience of an on-site laundry room. The floors are never swept or mopped. Many neighbors put their personal trash in the laundry room and let it pile up to the ceiling.

I have not found the perfect spot to live yet, but I will. I am working on it as we speak.

I ran across a poem today that I missed in elementary school as well as my neighbors. The title, Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout ( Would not take the garbage out!) The poem is written by Shel Silverstein.

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She's scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crust and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Grisly bits of beefy roasts....
The garbage rolled on down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall....
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custurd,
Cold french fries and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat,
At last the garbage reached so high
That finally it touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
"Ok, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late....

The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always, take the garbage out!