Doesn't matter, it rains
mostly every day and
there isn't a road in
Ireland where farmers
don't use, to clean tractor
tyres before going home
to their yards.

I work at a truck wash, we
have to keep them looking
nice now, we're in the EEC.

No more ***** hanging off
the wheel arches dropping
on the streets like turds
from rear ends of horses.

A lorry arrived in with an
unfinished message fingered
on the door. I got to thinking.

It could have been a Haiku or
the beginnings of a poem that
someone started at the traffic
lights but no time to complete.

It seemed a shame to wash it
off, truncated due to a flashing
green man, so I decided to add
an ending, after the graffiti artists
three lines, immediately below.

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WASH ME PLEASE BUT SAVE
AS MUCH AS YOU CAN OF
WHAT I'M ABOUT TO WRIT
  
     because dirt shows up
   those of value and those
  who are good for nothing!