They call me a waste of space till I am full. They always complain about my smell till I'm empty. I don't get to finish my job till I'm full. What am I? 500 sats to who gets it.
I only move forward never looking back, for if I rested for a moment my life would contract, blue is the view, my teeth will chew, I ask of you, what am I? 500 sats to who gets it first.