Dumpster Man

Yo societal successes! Ya’ll live in dem nice houses
But a fella like me I live in ma ripped trousers
In a dumpster to be specific
Ya’ll probably think that’s horrific
Duckin’ ma head like a football pro — just so yo’ garbage don’t mess up ma fro
Ma friends not’n but seagulls n’ lizards
Sharing yo leftover food like brothers and sisters

Will ye remember ma name
When ya walk down ma lane?
Wrinkles and war wounds all over ma face
But ma heart no doubt in da rite place

Not’n but lovin’ and wisdom
And I’m not talking bout da tooth kind ya’ll — I’m talking ‘bout da street smarts I had to de-ve-lop
To live in a dumpster among thieves n’ stray cats
Fend off ma competition and fight for survival
Yo garbage my lifeline
Eating this mish-mash — Mexican, Chinese and da food called Leb-a-nese
Seems to always put ma hunger at ease
One twisted mix dat’s fo sho’
But heck dat hunger is like a chronic itch
For I graciously accept any crumb ya will ditch

I’m Dumpster Man
A disheveled ole’ fella
Fallen fruit from a war fought
Lost ma mind in da process and now I guess I’m caught
In a web of trashy bags n’ empty bottles
Graciously devouring yo leftover waffles

To you an invisible nobody
A scavenger of da society ya live in
Who used to be a handsome young fella
A perfectly groomed fro, neat slacks and a polo
But life treated me hard and once back from da war I kinda lost it I tell ya’
So now you don’t see me no more
I blend in with dem trash bags and empty cans
Camouflaged to purr-fection n’ in dizz heat in dire need of some serious fans

Will ye remember ma name
When ya walk down ma lane
Wrinkles and war wounds all over ma face
But ma heart no doubt in da rite place

I’m Dumpster Man
Yours truly
Part of our so-ci-etal eco system 
Recycling yo used goods
Ain’t like you’ll miss’em

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