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 How disgraceful to abstain from glorious personal transportation I guess you wasted all your money, or drove drunk You must deserve the gutter's grime I tried it today. It took hours to walk By the rushing, rattling beasts A butterfly greeted me When I boldly claimed the right turn lane Since the alternative was briar And I didn't see much trash I felt the hot, cold, long nights With few, lonely signs and lights Through a wasteland paved by antipathy

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