I am here to keep the trash.
All day-in and all night-long.
All I do is eat the trash.
Slowly as the days goes by,
The dirt builds up, the stink starts up.
Bits and pieces of trash and filth.
People starts avoiding me.
I stink, they say.
I smell, they say.
You're yucky and filthy,
That's what they say.
Flies love me. Rats love me.
Roaches are my family.
Deep at night, as they feast.
I wonder why am I despised.
Was my purpose not noble?
Was my existence wrong to start?
Was I so much unwanted?
Was I so much unneeded?
I wonder then, I wonder now.
Why was it that I got filthy?
Was it not you who used me then?
If that's so, why the angst?
When you were the ones who made me so?
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