Cruising down this alley
like I have a thousand times
scrounging poet's dumpsters
for their discarded rhymes

Ya' see I have no talent
There's no way that I can write
so I'm scrounging poet's dumpsters
every single night

the phrases I have seen
that didnt make the page
crumpled thrown out papers
truly poets rage

the oddities I've found
the verbage I have read
when scrounging poet's dumpsters
I see inside their heads

banished words and rhymes
enough to fill a book
that couldn't turn a phrase
and got no second look
scrounging poet's dumpsters
a literary crook

ya' see I have no talent
I can not write at all
so when those dumpsters
call me, you know
I heed the call

when scrounging poets dumpsters
the things I seem to find,
one day,if not mistaken
I think I found my mind...
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