Ah! love, let us be true
To one another! for this garbage, which seems
To go like an end of a disease
So large, so filthy, so toxic
Has really no end, nor degradation, nor solution
Cabbage in the sausage in the garbage
Garbage at the side, at the ride
I watched the landscape before the garbage
I smelled the air before the garbage
The ditch the mount the haunt
Full of garbage
Your mind is full of garbage
Mine? Not garbage. It’s your garbage
Garbage garbage everywhere
No beauty to be besmeared
It’s getting shitty, city
The moon comes every night sits on garbage
And watches the spilled over
What are you doing garbage?
Shooting for the moon, garbage?
Come on. Towers and mounts are enough
Garbage
It’s the age of garbage, I know.
I think therefore I am a garbage
Garbage in, garbage out
Day in and day out along the passage
Infringe and damaged thoughts
What have you done to knowledge, language, and village
Garbage?
The percentage of plastic has no stoppage.
I am not here to patronage, garbage
I am here to discourage the usage for your advantage
Garbage is not our salvage