Litter
From Expensive car you litter
From Motorbike you litter too
On the street there is rubbish
pilling each Conner with too much filth
Irresistible of the guilt
At the toll gate fill with paper
at the bus top full of plastic
A litter nation we have become
falling to realise
when you litter you don't glitter!
I am guilty as charged
for my ashes and cigarette buds
Stop! bend the knees
Pick Up
Stop!
Stand up
Its time to grow up
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