Garbage bag, what do you hide?
Do you hold something hidden from light?
What do you carry that makes you tingle,
It isn't the material goods inside that mingle.
Garbage bag, what do you hold?
It just can't be trash, rotten and old.
By taking the unwanted, do you feel a change,
because you take human waste, does it give human pain.
Garbage bag, can you contain your drafted emotions,
All the grief you keep resembles a tear-filled ocean.
Why don't you admit defeat and wash away,
Take my advice, go to the dump and forever stay.
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Right advice to the garbage bag, which is doing a social service! !