I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er landfill sites

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of shifty parasites

Beside the lake beneath the trees

Expelling toxins in the breeze

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An ardent libertarian

Could not condone this vile display

They emptied contents from their van

Along the margin of a bay

Pots of paint in plastic bags,

Asbestos tiles and oily rags

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The waves naively lapped them up

And poisoned every fish bar none

As countless swans and otter pups

Were choked to death beneath the sun

I gazed and gazed but failed to act

Through fear that I might be attacked

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When often on my couch I lie

And contemplate man’s ill repute

It brings a teardrop to my eye

To realise I contribute

But as my guilty conscience fills

I turn my thoughts to daffodils