Litterbug - Poem by Ray Mather
I’m a litterbug and I don’t care,
I throw my litter everywhere.
Crisp packets, sweet wrappers, lollipop sticks –
In desks, on the yard – the usual tricks.
I’m not bothered where my rubbish goes;
Let it be carried where the wind blows.
Playing-field, garden – it’s no sin –
Couldn’t care less about the litter bin.
I trash the playgrounds and dirty the parks,
Stuff cans in hedges – them sort of larks.
The street is my empire; it swims in debris;
It looks ugly to you, but it’s lovely to me.
Where did I come from? What is my game?
Me, the person you all like to blame?
What do I look like? Well, I’ll have to be true –
I’m not a monster – I’m YOU, YOU and YOU!
© Ray Mather 2005
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