taking out the trash

my house, it smells
of shrimp and shells
a new bag lined and the old one spins

changing me out, from week to week
that voice in my head
surprisingly meek

hello and hi
so long and goodbye
a little decision will go a big way

large and in charge is the one walking far
on down the hill
and up to the plate

but enough of this piddle, and songs for the fiddle
let's talk about trash cans and what they represent

they're there for the pawning of all manner detritus
hopefully they seal; hopefully there's no scent

modern waste is a waste, i agree
but it gives us a chance to reset and resee

without the bin handy to clear through your head
we'd have tons of mold spoiling, better off dead

interchangeable receptable, what glorious invention
the vessel to define what our pasts have meant

but sadly, a trail is left all behind us
to see what we've left, everywhere we've went

i need a bag bigger, don't set off my trigger
i need to make maximum use of the stuff

i need to wait longer and sing a sad song, er-
tie tight and get kicking, enough is enough

but back to the shrimp, and the slimy cold
and things that you'd rather never-naver hold

if i could dispense with a lack of com' sense
i'd leave all my misgivings right at the curb

let's take out the trash, friends, take out the trash
empty your minds out and have fun instead

get rid of the garbage, guys, everyone shove
let's make instead room for the people we love