I dream of being a garbage man (pup…)

I dream of being a garbage man (pup…)
What a perfect job for a pup…
For me, living would be perfect moving from can to can…
Endless scrumptiousness.

I would examine each piece before dumping it in the truck…
Like a minor examining stones for a ruby…
Often, I would jump right in the middle of it all…
And chow a natural mixer.

It would be like working in a mad scientist’s lab…
Always trying to solve, “What is this mystery meat?”
Or that nasty hamburger bun…
Mixed with dill and vinegar.

Yum, here is the baker’s house…
There’s always a baker’s can in every-town…
I would get to know the best garbage from every person…
Always scanning the streets for the raven-haired pup (I think I’m in love.)

What do you dream of being?
It may be a long time since you dreamed of a different path…
However, you can do whatever you dream of…
Aren’t we all just actors in an unfinished play?

I love you,

Annie