Things go rotten.
Foul and stained.
The odours that waft
Makes gagging inane.
People corrupted
Bring relationships to an end.
The stench of their lives
Creates a world to mend.
We care more for ourselves
And forget our neighbours.
A smile.
A wave hello.
Who leaves behind a legacy
Where the sweet smell of them flows?
Gardens are for enjoying.
Landfills only get trashed.
Saturn's Premier Poet 