When They are Done With Them, and People Who Discard Chicken Bones on the Street in Front of East Side Poultry, And People Who Dump Their Half-Eaten Baked Ziti on the Sidewalk outside of Italian Village After They’ve Eaten Their Fill, And People Who Discard Muffin-Bottoms in Flower Beds After Eating the Muffin-Tops, And People Who Treat The Sidewalk As Their Own Personal Chewing Gum Spitoon (no, the shiny rounds of squashed gum do not make the sidewalks sparkle like the night sky), And People Who Treat The Sidewalk As Their Own Personal Ashtray (what do you think happens to those butts after you walk away?) and People Who Have the Audacity to Open Their Car Windows and Toss Their Garbage Out Right Onto The street:
I have a bone to pick with you.
Stop being so selfish.
Someone has to either live with your trash or pick it up themselves (or rip it out of their dog’s mouth, or their toddler’s hands). Is this how you treat your own living room? Probably, so don’t bother answering that question.
I am sick and tired of the garbage. When did it get so garbagey here in New York City?