Picking

I treasure what they trash
For they have plenty for their plates,
My last scrap wasn't fresh
Grateful ‘cause I ate.

In bins I pick
Pockets!? Of course! I know the trick
And, it's worth a risk.

The city is my home
I pick to keep it clean,
Street to street I roam
Bin to bin I pick what's in.

About me!? No one cares
‘cause even if I say “please sir"
Getting a penny from them, is rare.

On weekends I hit the burbs
No truck-men, all the bags are mine,
Gate to gate, along the curbs
And at night, I dine.

On Mondays, I wear newly found clothes
You'd  swear picking isn't for me
But, that's where my next meal is.