Pollution - a poem

another farting engine goes by (on wheels)
and the world is a little less clean
strugglin' w/ technology
the small wayside flowers
grim encrusted
so convenient and comfortable too!
all the shopping goes in the back
nor children play nor minstrels sing

it's so easy to use plastic - bags, bottles
more dioxin (those rings again!) cancer
pinchin' the aesthetic (stealing it all away)
ken yon auld dogfox ? be a mite mildew'd
the ugly poisons he lives in
toxic rats w/ peelin' scabby skin