Always having an issue with trash.
Dirty creatures we are, and each crew contributes, each in denial individually, No fue yo the always-malarkey, pass-the-buck, guaranteed to push my button.
You know what, you need to pick up your shit, (and I am tired of winding myself up to point out each and ever piece of supporting evidence…) as I look around this attempt at creating a pigsty by each of you. Next phone call: someone higher on the ladder.
There we go. Love talking trash.
Hey you, Homeless Woman on the other side of the fence. Shush your singing for a moment. I don’t care that you’re there, but your trash; this is why they call the cops on you…