Yes, I do eat garbage

A smelly pile of filth in front of me
Waits to be picked up
And change into my food.

Yes, I do eat garbage.
Piles of newspaper and aluminum
Turn into my favorite food
After pulled out from other garbage
And seasoned with my sweats.

A smelly pile of filth that I pick up
Is the remain of desires we all make,
Is also a mirror of our hearts.

Yes, I do love this job.
Picking up garbage does not just
Clean the town
But also washes my heart with
Pleasant sweats that work can make
But I have long forgotten.