Sailed out the window
Squashed beneath tyres
Discarded after use
Thrown to the tar
Plastic wrapper
Of consumed food
Excuse me sir!
May I imagine sailing
Filing your space
To total suffocation
As you to the earth
Again and again
With absolute disregard
No magic fairies
To pick up after you
Not in the name of job creation
As there are none to be had
Your lonely trash
Not lonely for very long
Multiplying at alarming rates
From more with your attitude
The world your rubbish heap
But may that be the place you sleep
And not what you leave others
May it return to you tenfold
Or may you wake
From your unconscious shelf
Where it’s all about you
And see this disturbing filth
Debbie Gravett © 2020.09.04
FOWC: Excuse
RDP: Again
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