a mess, to ruin the view,
Pride is all lost, with things you do.
From the car window, stuffed in a hedge,
Tossed in a garden, or on window ledge.
Thrown to the ground, edge of car park,
Just about anywhere, when it is dark.
All such a mess, leaves me in despair,
Pride is all lost, and you don't care.
From the old pram, to an old tyre,
Waste from some food, an old electric fire.
Some discarded drug item's, of no more use,
Just about anything, this is such abuse.
All such a mess, you have no right,
Pride is all lost, at this awful sight.