Garbage Picker

Got a call from the loan shark, I'm past due on my borrowed time. I really wish I could make good, but I blew it on roses and wine. I tried to write him a letter, but the ink in my pen ran dry. I think if I had it in me, I'd probably break right fucking down and cry. Cos I never wanted to be some kind of garbage picker. I really thought I'd be something by now. I don't wanna be no garbage picker. But I think I know somebody who can help me work it out. Came and busted my door down when I was trying to catch a little peace. Ain't it sad when the only time things go right is when you're fast asleep. He said he wanted to talk, and I told him that talk was cheap. He kicked me in the ribs and he took my baby, and now I'm too sick to speak. Collected all the wits I had left, and I went to get a bite to eat. That girl she brought me a sandwich, and it tasted just fine to me. I took a look around the diner, all the people just pointed and laughed. I guess that I'm the only one who didn't know that she pulled the thing right out of the trash.