44 -Rubbish

Poem number 44
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Rubbish
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They don’t put bins at stations
‘Cause the I.R.A. were gits
And filled the bins with Semtex
And blew passengers to bits
So now I have a wrapper
That I’d like to throw away
But I can’t. And it’s all sticky.
Double damn you, I.R.A.!

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