The Rubbish

Worthless        from the

materials          trashcans

Plastics                        dirty

all over the                  dull ground

Paper                                       after

plates everywhere                   being used

Filthy                           noses

tissue from the            and eyes

Broken                                    shining

glasses like the                        diamonds

Litter                                       strangers

the odds and ends                   forsake

I can                            scrap in

see the messy              the town

People                                     ever

do not want to                        touch them

But on                                     and the

ly the vagrants             trash-men

The waste                    get as

the vagabonds                         their food

Debris                               in their

the trash-men put            old trucks

These things                     I do

are so unclean            not want

To smell                       refuse

the polluted                 I see