A plain, brown, lone feather adrons my sight
An omen it might
be
Either way, sitting on the bank of the Wilamette is the remedy
I call it nature therapy
Side note:
Every time I come to a new spot, I’ll bring plastic bags to pick up the trash the fucking rot of the earth leave around.
To my left there is an empty 40 floating a few feet from the bank
My heart sank
at first
Then a quiet rage because I can’t imagine why you live in such a beautiful place and fuck it up like that.
Fuck you, you narrowneck litterbug fuck.
Narrowneck, of course, being a term for one who has not developed proper neck muscles from not having to hold up a brain his whole life.
I know I quit rhyming but I have great timing and we’re all smiling so;
There are trash cans all along the trail, dipshit. I could take all your trash and build a statue with it
We all could worship it, for all the people who are fucking doing something about it.
I’m over it, but lets all shout:
Pack it in, Pack it out!
Motherfucker..
Thank you for reading!
Koy
Koy The Artist 