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)