it feels wrong

tainted, rotting

this ground i stand on

is disgusting

i must clean

pick it up and throw it away

i say its wrong

but all they say is "its okay"

i must clean

whatever filth is on top

i know i have to do it

but all they say is that i have to stop

i can't stop

i can't sit still

it keeps on growing

this corrupted landfill

and so i clean and clean

until it's all sparkling white

and i can finally rest

without a stain in sight