I am sick of seeing litter everywhere. It is a disgusting habit. My book of poetry The Greatest Treasure which is about the environment alludes to the problem of littering. It is for sale at Amazon.com
Whispering on the street corners.
Whispering on the sidewalks.
Whispering in the parks.
Throw that food wrapper down.
Toss that straw.
Fling that paper bag.
Pass on the pigsty habits!
Rejoice over the lovely paper strewn
streets!
Clap when gum is stepped on.
To cling to the bottom of a shoe!
Do a jig when an empty bottle of
motor oil is seen in the gutter!
Pass the command to litter.
Pass it to everyone.
Smile over the never-ending cycle.
Litter until it reaches the sky.
Litter until we all suffocate in the mess.
Litter until the whole earth is covered.
Litter until the grass, trees, rivers, lakes,
ponds, mountains, buildings, and our
homes can never be seen anymore.
Those of you that litter must love to
wallow in garbage.
If you insist on spreading it around for
the rest of us to see.
If those of you that litter laugh at the
people that hate littering.
Then pass a law stating that it is
forbidden to hate littering.
Have us put into jail.
If you believe it is a crime to hate
littering.
Then tell the government to chase us
out of the country.
Then you can litter to your heart's desire.
Because no one will be there to protest.
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
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Written on 2006-09-15 at 05:25
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The Litter Cycle
Whispering on the street corners.
Whispering on the sidewalks.
Whispering in the parks.
Throw that food wrapper down.
Toss that straw.
Fling that paper bag.
Pass on the pigsty habits!
Rejoice over the lovely paper strewn
streets!
Clap when gum is stepped on.
To cling to the bottom of a shoe!
Do a jig when an empty bottle of
motor oil is seen in the gutter!
Pass the command to litter.
Pass it to everyone.
Smile over the never-ending cycle.
Litter until it reaches the sky.
Litter until we all suffocate in the mess.
Litter until the whole earth is covered.
Litter until the grass, trees, rivers, lakes,
ponds, mountains, buildings, and our
homes can never be seen anymore.
Those of you that litter must love to
wallow in garbage.
If you insist on spreading it around for
the rest of us to see.
If those of you that litter laugh at the
people that hate littering.
Then pass a law stating that it is
forbidden to hate littering.
Have us put into jail.
If you believe it is a crime to hate
littering.
Then tell the government to chase us
out of the country.
Then you can litter to your heart's desire.
Because no one will be there to protest.
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
Read 552 times
Written on 2006-09-15 at 05:25
Tags Littering
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