Monsters filled
the ditch
as I walked
hesitantly,
mournfully,
along its edge
Original and Ultra,
Java Monster,
Mega Monster
Side by side with
Copenhagen snuff,
Orange Julius,
diet Dr. Thunder,
and a seemingly
endless supply
of undiscernible
plastic remnants
Rolling Rock
that rolled
out your window
Countless Bud Lights,
now lighter,
after you took
what you wanted
and discarded the rest
Your empty pack
of Marlboros
ensure you first
polluted the air
before turning
your disdain
to the soil
Dasani and
Aquafina,
you desired
the water
to be purified
only inside
your own bottle,
your own bubble,
and fuck the rest
Your trash can,
my street
My glove-covered hands
scoop your indifference,
your entitlement,
into my trash bag,
a bag you filled
before I managed
to reach the
first stop sign
Even if you
can’t be bothered
to help save
the world,
it would be nice
if you didn’t work
so damn hard
trying to
destroy it
12 Apr 2020
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