no reason

haphazard hobo reeking dollar store mouthwash

sorting through the garbage blown to the corner

of your storage shed housing

scaring fine folks with your mere existence

cant have you rummaging through the throw aways

you might get something they dont want

or impede the filling of land out west of town

dumpster diving menace on society

winter nights seem kinder than passers by

who rip their carelessly thrown

cigarette butts so you wont smoke them

smokings bad for you, you know

no form, no rhyme

no reason