Dumpster Love

All you need is love and a dumpster or two

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