Waste, Filth, Dirt, Vile Shit: What Are You Going To Do About It?

I walk upon the waste
The putrid air I taste
It lays bare my face
As I walk upon the waste

I lure about the filth
Its sight I cannot kill
It's my own blood I spill
As I lure about the filth

I walk past the dirt
It stains my shoes and shirt
Inside a pain, I hurt
As I walk past the dirt

I sleep among the vile
Their cheap and tawdry smiles
How transparent their guile
As I sleep amongst the vile

Alas I stand in shit
An incureable disease rose from it
They clog me as they see fit
As I'm being buried in shit.

(Alt. version:
Alas I stand in shit
No room to distance me from it
They rob me as they see fit
As I'm being buried in shit.)

Written 08-10-2005