The grocery trash compactor drips out the back An opportunist, I have placed a bucket Juicing a medley of rotten veggies and meat Collecting over the course of a week The Machine awakens the gears start to turn And I yearn for the churn of the trash being smashed My stomachs quaking the hum of the hydraulics pressing Squishing and pushing out all of the putrid drippings TRASH COMPACTOR COCKTAIL A melting pot of fluids This concoction I've been brewing Consistency is gooey Your appetite is ruined The scent is quite revolting But it gives me serotonin Either way One of these days I'll return for more