Missing Me

And it's poised to drop sometime soon enough.

On this dump truck where I lie mixed up with the morning's trash,

There's a piece of glass sticking in my back and tar covering my mouth.

But it's o.k. because I'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heap.

And I think that I see that big blade falling,

And the pressure is getting to me,

And the waste in which I sit is just lurking beside me,

And I can't tell if it's me or the meat that's rotting.

I'm going to have to give up sometime soon.

And I think that I see that big blade coming

To slice open a great canyon through the earth

So you can watch me disappear.