Strange Looks Foraging Poem by Cigar Aficionado

I check things people lose or that
gets tossed.
Souses are crazy they get mad
and will throw each others wallet
out of the car window always hope.
Containers are every where some
still hold the blessings of christmas
past.
People some times toss stuff at you
you can usually hear the baby before
you see the full soggy pamper.
I do carry achlohol for the germs as
a dry county still carries listeria.
I never find lobster in the dumpster
yet I am blessed with crayfish in all
the storm ditches get past the mud.