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.