Litterbugs!

The night was tranquil, full of peace
and they were quiet and quick.
They came and dumped their rubbish
and to see it, made me sick.

Apple cores, slime and coffee grounds,
broken pots that once held tea,
plastic wrap and rotten pears
they dumped in my lovely lea.

But they shall get their comeuppance
for I'm a resourceful soul.
Combine that with stubborness,
I don't quit when I've a goal.

Donning gloves, I searched their trash,
found a paper with their name.
Told them they could clean it up,
let them know it's not a game.

I was quite positive they would,
knowing the alternative.
No one likes a hefty fine,
or a dumpsite where they live.

I was quite positive they would, knowing the alternative. No one likes a hefty fine, or a dumpsite where they live.

The Old Man

I quickly grabbed the pear off the cart
from the old man's stand on 125th street.
He sold fruits, drinks and all kinds of rubbish,
but I still stopped there every day.
Quiet as kept, I preferred his spot,
an alternative resource to the places uptown,
over priced and "uppities" looking down at me.
This old man was honest; doing a positive thing and combined with hard work, was allowed to remain in peace.
So while disarrayed at times, I'll spend my change here, rather than there.
How's that for comeuppance?