Garbage collector with a fancy suit?
Yeah, I collect unusual and lively trash.
Some are precious to my heart.
Wasted poems, tears from a near yesterday, blood from a fresh scar.
All existing there in that small space, the dumpster.
I collect the visions, the untold stories, and I listen carefully to the echoes of their painful recollections, trying to migrate inside the dumpster.
My job is unique. I separate all the pain and the sadness to conceal it.
It's true, I'm just a garbage collector with a fancy suit, and I collect unusual love stories.