One Man's Trash

One man's trash
Is another man's wet dream
Full of magazines of a certain nature
One fat sack made of polyethylene
Just outside the reach of the legislature

An avalanche of implements
Falls to the floor
Thermometers on calendars
Your rich reward
Your rich reward

One man's career
Is another's acre of hell
With whistles and with bells
But devoid of meaning

A long span of fear
Doing time by doing well
Just inside the cell
What's the point of reading

In the lines, if you find
You're not at home
You're up the creek, major league
You're not alone
You're not alone

One man's trash is another man's madonna
Who's willing if you want to get to heaven early
One fine friend with the full-on benefits
Full of vinegar and piss and a dose of dirty

Treasure hides, most of the time
It's covered up
And there it goes, fully exposed
Is that enough?

On the passenger side we spot our quarry
As the drizzle shines the street to a dazzling black
We make the haul in the spray of the streetlights' fury
We're laughing and running with one man's trash



Credits
Writer(s): James M Davidson
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