Dumpster Diving
They say, one’s man’s trash is another man’s treasure,
one person’s sins, is another person’s pleasures.
What ever floats your boat you see,
all kinds of things, been said to you and me.
But not all, are healthy, they can make you sick,
in your heart, they become a prick.
We were raised in the darkness, so we could live in the light,
as through our lives, our flesh and spirit did fight.
The flesh wants to live now, but the spirit, forever, you see,
so our flesh, and spirit’s shall never agree.
And sometimes this can make a wreck of you,
if one person’s sins, is what you do.
We weren’t created, to live in the darkness forever, you see,
stay outta the dumpsters, leave those pleasures be!
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