There's a spinning vortex of refuse
A thousand miles offshore
Where currents meet
Chase in a circle
Then flow on
Girdling the globe
Eventually to return
With more trash
Nothing's lost or forgotten
It's displaced beyond our ken
Pity the souls who lived there
Suffocated on the remains
Of somebody else's good time
Wash away my guilt and care
Wash away, wash away shame
I never wanted to hurt or kill
(Since school)
Come sweet redeemer and purify
Relieve me of desire for plastics,
Polymers, petroleum products
Wash away
Let my bath water cleanse and sanctify
Bring forth everlasting life
There's a fountain, fed by a spring
Flowing since birth
Last year it gushed a flood
Now it's drying up
Exhausted
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