a poem for my Flickr
friend Felip 1 i start
why do I shoot garbage
who will shoot it after i
depart a thought that
saddens me breaks my
heart tell me in your city
do they litter throw garbage
like this or they use a garbage
bin or cart ..
our garbage is an artistic
exploration into the soul of
Man his failings his warts
a journey he must chart
my local representatives
who were elected with our
votes will never see this
its worse than Cupids
poisonous dart ,,
hands folded with slimy
smiles they will come when
their term gets over Bandra
Queen of The Suburbs their
sweetheart ..they hardly care a fart
disillusioned democracy the system
like a computer needs a restart
