I have here a sneaker that’s tattered and worn
It’s all full of holes and the laces are torn
A gift from my mother the day I was born
I love it because it’s trash

I have here some newspaper thirteen months old
I wrapped fish inside it, it’s smelly and cold
But I wouldn’t trade it for a big pot o’ gold
I love it because it’s trash

I’ve a clock that won’t work and an old telephone
A broken umbrella, a rusty trombone
And I am delighted to call them my own
I love them because they’re trash

…Yes, I love, I love, I love trash

true dat~

Geeze, Suz, I didn’t realize you were so outwardly racist! My love for trash is colorblind!