Trash - The Troubadours

They meander through the maze
for days in the compacted trash
two dirty little fellows
both in a daze.
They chanced upon one another
each had lost his mother.
They followed the pathways created by blunder
insane, up and down, around and under
piles and piles of compacted trash
miles and miles was all they could see,
it had never been any other way.
They didn't care who, they didn't care why
they only cared that they survived.
They chanced upon a wooden flute
and some sticks and a wooden box
they sat down right where they were
and played a mournful tune.
Soon they saw people
emerge from their holes,
it was like food for their souls
People burrowed in like ants
brought them cans of food and
something doughy that tasted good.
The troubadours walked away that day
with a new will to stay alive
they'd found a way to survive,
in the land of Trash.