Manager to Manager

Excuse me, are you Esposito?
Are you the guy I talked to on the phone?
Are you the manager?
Yeah, I'm Esposito
I'm Owen Tillerman, the park manager

The park is fillin up with trash (yeah)
I'm not dragging my foot back until you take my filthy stash
It's my duty, it's my job to keep the park clean
And oh my God, this garbage got screamin'
Okay, I just heard my voice, and it was loud, sorry

Manager to manager
I know we're at a standstill
But I'm down in the dumps
And you're the only one
Who can take me to the promised landfill
(Are you gonna help my associate or what?)
Associate?

Manager to manager, I understand your fear
I mean, I don't mind that I smell like trash
But you probably think that's weird
Look, I'd really like to help you
But this isn't gonna work
My orders, they come straight from the mayor
And he's being such a...
A penis-face (why didn't you say jerk, I would've rhymed)

People have called us efficacious
'Cause we find the minutia delicious (that's true)
He's got a BOA around these juridictions
To bypass the penis-faced mayor's dumb restrictions
Wait!
What if we find the right city statute to you know...
Oh, you mean like a loophole
That's the best kind of hole!

Manager brainstorm
What about statute 89, 2:3?
That only applies to waste that is feces
What about statute 6-3?
Oh, that's from like a century ago, that's about polio
Yeah, to stop the spread of disease!
Silly, that only applies to city-wide emergencies
(Huh, I should have known that)

Wait, city code 1839
Oh my God, section 5
Paragraph 8 (yeah)
14th line
It clearly states

In times of environmental crisis
The park manager is empowered with the license
To protect health priorities
And to procede mayoral authority

Manager to manager
I'm feeling so good about our plan
We just managed the crap out of that
The loophole is the best kind of hole
I'm so good at helping