Dirty Old Town
Dirty Old Town
Beer Cans, Soda Cans,
Food cartons on the street.
Cigarette packs and tab ends,
Litter and filth under feet.
Scumbags, Fly-tippers,
People who just don’t care,
Defile my once proud town,
Disgust me beyond compare.
Dog foul, Dog dirt,
Excretions adorn my path.
Please take your rubbish home,
Don’t spit in my face and laugh.
Dirty town, filthy town,
It wasn’t always like this.
“But, we have no money or resources”
This Government, you take the piss.
Copyright © Kevin Shaw | Year Posted 2018
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