A staunch and proud “community”
Believer in “the family”
Knocks our “individuality”
Yet each of you is squeaky clean
In amongst your shit.
Where’s that sense of unity?
When kids are wading through debris?
Do you even bloody see…
That lane is not a pisserie,
A crapperie, nor repository
for all that you may cast?
We may not talk and dance and mate
with our neighbours,
…but we do share fate,
and litter not upon their street
nor spit upon their sandaled feet.
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