Ode to Litter0

• Poetry Cheese
• 9th October 2013

As I sit here and pen this verse The streets outside are getting worse Though mainly calm, and seldom bitter, One thing gets my goat… the litter Fag ends, bottles, milk shake straws, Old cans propped up against shop doors, Save us all, Captain! My Captain! Packaging kebabs come wrapped in Napkins from the coffee