highway trash

How dare you taint our noble pathways Our breathtaking transcontinental networks The silver carpets for shining, manicured steeds Why do you litter the lanes? How reckless to crowd the shallow margins I guess you wasted all your money Or lost your license driving drunk How disgraceful to abstain from glorious personal transportation I tried it today I took extra time to walk By the rushing, rattling beasts A butterfly greeted me As I walked in the right turn lane Since there was no sidewalk And I didn't see much trash Not when felt the hot, cold, long nights home When I walked without path or light or sign Through a landscape paved by antipathy