More on Waste

The value of waste
As another’s resource
Is something regarded
As par for the course
The principal merger
Of good sense and fact
You achieve savings here
With your spirit intact

The Irish Bag Tax
Was the Pheonix that rose
From the waste
At the end of the superstores nose
They made all these bags
Which they then gave away
And of course they turn up
And others then pay

That is what happens
They’re blowing about
Pollution is everywhere
There’s little doubt
Slap a tax on them
Clean up the place
This throw away culture
Is just a disgrace

We bury ourselves in the
Landfills of Time
Replacing sound earth
With rivers of slime
We must stop this now
And a tax just maybe
The only thing people
Respond to sadly