One Mans Waste the Creators Gift

White trash, or black trash they say how do you not know that he isn't white, black or red, you his treasure you to the depths of sea he would go for you his forlorn child, you he thinks of poor know your not it isn't good to have all the peals and diamonds or money toil isn't is good for the Golden years you have done nothing he has seen before you can't shock him, my child or adult, to come so far to say Hi to earth, he had nothing, you are no ones trash but his gift. Happy brithday to all his orphans and merry verily he says happy hoildays of all cultures.