Diving's a hobby
that I like to pursue
sliding my body
into the depths of the blue.
Below the surface
in the cold of the deep
clutched in my fingers
the treasure I'll keep.
Mixed with the bags
and my rotting remorse
lay the all lines
of financial discourse.
Pieces of paper
lines of old type
the fortunes of fools
I will claim that night.
Some say it stinks
and from others there's worse
but diving in dumpsters
beats riding the hearse.