The trashcan takes it's toll
Sitting gape-mouthed and reckless
I pass by the other side
Hoping for anonymity
Finding instead
My vulnerable soul
Tossed into the rubbish bin
No chance for redemption
Or is there?
In pieces, maybe
Reconnect the broken bits
Using spit if you have to
There is no one else to trust
Jump start the rest
Use the power
God gave a goose
Attach the strings
Chords really and no chains
Dangle them, untangle them
Make the puppet dance
And from the trash, a treasure
If you take the chance.
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