Rubbish

             Rubbish 

I like to see the Rubbish 

And all the plastic bags

With wrappers for the Sweetie 

And boxes for the fag's 

Have you seen the bottle tree

It's growing near your door

Beside a bloodstained pavement 

Where  a  dog  has cut his paw

It's hard to keep the birds and beasts 

From overflowing bins

And watching struggling sea life

With plastic on their fins