Eyesores I Saw

I passed a pool of puke today
When down the street I strode,
Why not use the gutter
That runs twixt path and road?
Scant yards on a second splash
Caused me to check my stride,
What's the point of drinking if
You can't keep it inside?

I passed a pile of pungent pooh
Some pooch had left behind,
I'd like to ask its owner "Pray
what thoughts go through your mind?"
They seem to think it's quite okay
To foul our streets with mess,
I do not blame the dog at all
The master did transgress.

A plethora of paint sprayed 'tags'
I passed throughout my tour,
And words and drawings scrawled in pen
On lamppost, wall and door.
Most were nought but nonsense
Some showed artistic bent,
A poorly rendered phallus
Spoke loud of youth misspent.

Eyesores I saw at every turn
Graffiti, puke and pooh,
Chewing gum and takeaways
An empty can or two.
The terraced streets I walked among
Far 'neath the 'upper crust',
Even so some civic pride
Must surely be a must.

I passed a pool of puke today
When down the street I strode,
Eyesores I saw at every turn
As I wound my winding road.

.
.
copyright D M Pamment 19th January 2012