Garbage Collector Addicts

She couldn’t pass by a yard sale.

Useless shit had her name on it.

Too gooda deals…

With her name…

Written all over that shit.

Didn’t have room for it.

Squeezed her out bit by bit.

Shit over here.

Shit over there.

Gettin’ marked up cause

The storers don’t care.

They got their own shit.

Spread out everywhere.

Come’n git yer shit!

She’s afraid they’ll swear.

Cause she got no room for it.

Her shit must stay there!