I walk along flowering lanes
flanked by hawthorn and gorse,
and a car roars by at break-neck speed
leaving a cloud of exhaust,
and in the ditch they’ve chucked a pile
of cigarette butts and, even worse,
the remains of fast-food breakfast,
plastic packaging and a dirty nappy;
obviously, the child’s meal with plastic
toy didn’t make it happy.
It’s all rubbish, human detritus
dumped by the side of the road
where irresponsible humans unload
their trash instead of taking it home.
Kim M. Russell, 19th April 2021
Another week of NaPoWriMo starts with a challenge to write a humorous rant, excoriate to our hearts’ content all the things that get on our nerves.