Happy To Spread Dirt

We are of the soil. Many of us spoiled. And annoyed by the nourishment... Some of us enjoy. While some others... Refuse to see or get. We are of the Earth. To feed it our lives. From the moment of our birth. No matter what, Our religious indoctrinations. Or those kind of alibi ties. We are here to encourage growth. Not abort it. Or its worth... However that is spoken! We are 'spiritual' beings sent. Although some choose to remain, To sling mud with a mixture of garbage. With a dislike as they curse. And some of us are thrilled, Ecstatic and happy... To spread dirt.