trash

One of the many
Millions of things
That I hate
Is the stream of crap
Left on the streets of my city
By wankers
After a night on the piss

Burger wrappers
Kebab trays
Chillies chips and chicken

If it was up to me
There would be no junk
Or late night troughs
Everyone would be given a lump of stale bread
And a smack in the face

At least with all this
Leftover shite
And human detritus
The Universe strives for some kind of balance:
The pigeons will always have breakfast
And may go on
To drop a shit
On the heads
Of the people
Who put it there.