Living in a garbage can


Living in a garbage can
The one behind the Sally Anne
Thinking about the steak I ate
While scraping out a can…

The night is dark
The truth is stark
I’m here, and bound to stay
Too long ago I turned around
And blindly lost my way

There is one thing though
I know for sure
And i’ll believe it till the end,
T’was not the dough
or lack thereof
I simply had the bends

I never walked
to any beat
Just heard the same old tune
Related to the world around
Like a morningdew in June.

That’s why the can
the one that stands
behind the Sally Anne
Where I dream of steak
the one’s I ate
while scraping out my can…