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Trashcan Man, aka Dumpster Dog,

has wrinkled crevices cracked hard

on his alcoholic, sun-beaten face.

He has been homeless for decades

and merrily earns vice provisions

by trekking through town, collecting

recyclables in a diving acrobatics.

He always wears a hat, and at that

it changes in style depending on

what he finds in the treasure chest,

severely self-conscious being bald,

though his wise white locks, curly,

drape to his shoulders and so sway

in an incredibly windy geography.

He stares at the young boys' asses

with sinful skyblue eyeballs, alas,

and preys on them with sick urge.

"Goddamn, would you look there,

that alluring college kid with his

shirt tucked in ~ skinny pantaloons

and such a leather belt provokes!"

His ignorant partner marches on

to no real beat but of sad defeat.

Trashcan Man is flamboyant gay.

He thinks he knows God in a day

but goes on to harass the public

with an array of strained remarks,

"Gorgeous dress, Miss!" forever,

hiding in a shrill shell of stupidity.