Filth

Filth, crawling over my skin, sinking into my lungs, 

It’s horrific, though I cannot see it.

It’s overbearing, though I barely feel it.

The Filth has built up over centuries, overnight—

I feel it get worse, 

And with the minutes— 

I feel it so strong.

Filth wriggles beneath my sheets, it scathes the walls of my home.

Filth, escapes the confines of nature—

This Filth is not natural, you see.

It crawls and creeps and lingers,

It clings to all our fingers,

It’s in the voice of singers.

It’s filthy, this Filth, it’s filthier than filth,

It’s a stranger to dirt.

It is dirtier than dirt.

IT’S FILTHY,

Filthy, filthy, filthy,

Yet it oozes over our sidewalks, 

It impedes our forests, our lakes.

The dirt is clean and pure and fertile

The Filth makes our efforts towards clean look futile

Yet it persists unimpeded,

Its boundaries are never receded,

When it dies, it is always succeeded

This Filth grows so conceded.

Filth says it’s the one and only,

It says the planet is theirs to use.

It was once pure, though often lonely.

Now it stands tall in its abuse.

It’s like wiping mud from your face on a rainy day, 

It just thins and spreads and glistens

It’s like a battle with your family,

You fight, but you can never escape the war.

Filth is no stranger to you and me,

We share 93% of our DNA with a banana.

But Filth is more intimate than banana nut bread,

It is you and I—

Our desire for more.

Filth is Human!

Though, it is not you alone.

You are responsible!

Though, you cannot be held to blame. 

You can do something to stop this marauder—

Filth that filthy fiasco.

You can take responsibility for your role in the filth,

You can stop Filth in its tracks.

You can vote for those who deny Filth, altogether

Though Filth is in the pockets of many a man.