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
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