If I knew any magic
I would surely cast a spell
To make the lives of those who toss
Their garbage living hell
I'd enchant their litter
To stir and come alive
Then follow the offender back
To their cluttered dive
With mandibles of plastic
And eyes of cellophane
They’d overwhelm the messy slobs
Intent on causing pain
And torture them with fervor
Until they’re forced to vow
To never mar the land again—
I would if I knew how.
Are You Reading Me?
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