A Sea Of Trash Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Mazes of trails only we know
where we go truly the blind
can follow.
Isles of card board boxes an
empty package a trojan
horse that Helen
dropped.
Oceans of filth bubbling blue
black and white picture grainy
and true snapped of you.
Flys walking on sleep in crust
covered nose eats
beefy greens.
Clothing scattered bare topped
babe laying in snow
purple blue.
Get on get off get in don't get caught.