paid forward

i've seen the
garbage gather
in the gutters on
long forgotten streets
the diarrhea runs down
the walls of old trash
pits all across America
silent activism
crap for a cause
just like all the
other shit we drop
behind us for
someone else 
to clean up
and when it rains 
the stench doesn't
go away
it mingles with
all the others
becoming one
enormous stain
that smells of
every piss and
shit that's ever
been taken or
received
but at least it's 
quiet here
there's triumph in that 
waste
a small victory for all
of humanity
it makes you sick
but you can't get
away from it
it's always there
waiting for you to
take it in_ to
absorb its tainted glee
and someday you'll
leave one just like
it for someone else
to swallow
and the motion goes
forward

on and on

until we're all 
swimming
in 
shit