Dumpster Love

Dumpster dive with me my dumpster girl So nice to have a slice of life called home An upgrade from filthy cardboard boxes To cast iron cans with plastic flip top lids Live side by side with me my dirty love Grazilda lives in refuse too Our intimacy in containers is taboo Pink for her, a receptacle in blue for me To while away the hours in primordial goo Just behind the mall by the parking lot Surrounded by debris and talking trash Obviously we don’t shower Our love will last at least an hour On Sundays we climb the near by evergreen To the tipsy top we go to hang out loud Pounding our chests like Tarzan and Jane Screaming obscenities as we sway Swinging is a way of life and lice are free I scratch her back and she scratches mine One day we will move in together Friends don’t need two dumpsters We will sell the pink one to some stranger Someone smart with a shopping cart The mall is right there by the tree People are always looking for bargains Who could ask for anything more A dumpster by a department store for sure Look no more because Grazilda comes Limping towards you in torn and tattered rags A crooked smile with one good polished tooth To seal the deal, to melt your hearts And she speaks Latin with a slur Buy one can and we will throw the trash in for nuffin