Humble dumpster, remind me
of how shitty it used to be.
Lurkin' through the alley alone.
The white weeds tumble,
the grey bleeds sky.
I don't know why, I don't know.
Graves have shut eyes, and you too.
Violets red and roses blue,
They rarely hit my funny bone.
Road ends nowhere,
brown thrashers fly,
Chasing dead signs. Chasing dead.