Dumpster Diver

 

I'm a dumpster diver.

Cold blooded survivor.

Went dumpster diving.

For my phone.

My dog was restless.

Been making messes.

Before I dove in,

Took Teddy home.

Couldn't call nobody.

Was a super hot Friday.

Meeting my kin folk,

Gotta get my phone.

One of those big ones.

Not one of the little ones.

Had to get a step stool.

Coulda broke a bone.

The minute I jumped in.

The smell was something.

But I kept going,

I was all alone.

And I got it.

Yes, I got it.

Good God, I got it.

I got my phone.

Only now I think back,

Nothing could hold me back.

Was on a mission.

Into the unknown.

Dumpster diver.

Cold blooded survivor.

Went dumpster diving.

For my phone.

*Laney Gorman co-write.

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Like Nothing

 

Like eating cardboard for days.

Like heavy air full of silence.

Like a sharp edge of ice.

Like a suit hung up in a bag.

Like a drooping and dying flower.

Like a sentence of some sort.

Like an ignored bumblebee.

Like a flickering candle flame.

Like nothing.