Salvaging a Future

He bobs his head as he offers a plate Only the best that fell out of the crate His morsels of trash still serve to entice Grilled chicken and rice without all the price Once that flesh has been shredded from the bone He'll boil those bits down to steep for his own There's nary an item he won't reuse To save all that cash he'd otherwise lose He's dumpster-diving Matt, the salvage man Seeking to utilize all that he can Whether gym shorts, veggies or raisin bran He'll scoop your refuse to sustain his clan While watching his neighbor blindly consume Matt ponders why such waste should be our doom Instead of striving to buy that campaign Working seven jobs while running insane Drop out of the race with grubby face grace And slow down the pace by raiding their trace He smiles as he melts down all of the cheese Trusting his nose while plodding on with ease Matt never longs for what he doesn't find No matter how badly he gets maligned You might believe his methods aren't refined While tossing all of your treasures behind Without concern for the date on the back He sees only freshness within that pack A liberal knife shall carve away rot Before he tosses those stalks in the pot Even those discards get put to good use As compost for growing future produce His consciousness rings out with clarity Allowing him to grant pure charity Rather than let the fruit spoil on the vine Matt struggles to ascertain the divine His splendid hunt rubs polish on his shine As faith and substance embrace to combine