Litter-Ally
Can you show me who you are
Where you’ve been or what you’ve done?
Can you tell me all your wonders
Or the honeyed webs you’ve spun?
Well you may be ever reticent
Of your details close at hand
But though you can not tell me
It’s for sure your garbage can
Yes, I’m sure your garbage can
See, the secret of what’s going in
Is all that’s coming out
And though your lips share nothing
All your leavings clearly shout
So while you may not give a thought
To where your waste may land
Perhaps you can’t be candid
But I know your garbage can
Yes, I’m sure your garbage can!
Oh, the wonders that you share with me
Through what you may discard
Your meds, your bills, your habits, spills
The things once loved, now marred
Those things you feed the bin
Give me the legal upper hand
Just who you are, you can’t describe
But still, your garbage can
Oh dear, yes - your garbage can!
Oh I could be your therapist
With everything I’ve gleaned
From just some close perusal
Thru the trash of yours I’ve screened
So if you’ve got some quirks
That you may not quite understand
Perhaps you can’t explain them
But I know your garbage can
Oh for sure your garbage can!
(Just call me - your Garbage Man)
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