Give us burn-outs, bars, and battered schools,
Streets of litter, needles, walls,
Smoke and smog and drugs and drab,
******, and heartbreak, liquor, ****;
Fury, ****-ups, fear and fights,
Cut down trees, and sleepless nights;
Polluted rivers, dead-end jobs,
Tell us that there is no god.
Then wake up each and every morning,
Embrace and kindle global warming;
Watch as wars and famine strive,
And watch your poems come alive.
For that is what we writers need.
Just so you guys are aware, in this piece the use of the word '****' is simply a British colloquialism for cigarettes -- it is not a reference to homosexuals.