"Caroll Spinney's Identity Crisis: How The Trash Could Have Fallen Differently"

A car rolls
Spinning on a spare
Through this bumblefuck town
    I call home and I call shit
I love it
“I love trash,” as the song goes,
“Anything dirty or dingy or dusty”
We sing in unison at our smoky dive bar
We’re friends until we’re not
We’re friends until you ask about my home
We’re friends until you ask about my job
We’re friends until you ask about my mom

Spit in your drink
Gaze into the sink
Red-eyed mirror, blink blink

I know I should buy new shoes, 
    but I love what I have
“I love it because it’s trash”