But you can’t be arsed
Cos you are off your face.
You’ve been partying for days,
But look at the state of the place.
An abandoned refugee camp;
They came, they trashed, they left.
All the litter for the pickers.
All the tat for the tatters.
All the food for the seagulls,
if they could get it out of the packets.
Muddy boots in the car park,
In almost every parking space.
All the trolleys broken in the race
To be first out the gates,
And the land fills up with our disgrace.
We make up lies to soothe us
Like we can recycle, upcycle, re-use this.
Make a thousand go carts
Out of all the spare parts
And send them to migrants.
With sleeping bags, roll mats,
Cookers and camping chairs.
Broken boots and muddy flairs.
Someone will pick up the bits,
Cool boxes full of piss,
Who the hell does a dump,
In the middle of their tent?
A steaming monument to represent
the level of descent they underwent.
It’s not rocket surgery,
We were potty trained in nursery,
But you can buy more with acollege bursary,
Buy one get one free in a throw away society.
But people are starving in a time of austerity,
And lunching out your stuff ain’t donating to charity,
So lets’s get some clarity …
Everyone’s knackered by Monday.
So why don’t you clear up on Sunday?
Put your stuff in the lock up,
Party all night, ready to go at sun up,
You can sleep easy on the bus.
They said ‘Love the Land and Leave no Trace,
So have a bit of dignity
And tidy up the place.
We’ve been partying for days,
So respect the land and leave with grace.
Lisa Goodwin – Glastonbury Festival Poetry Slam Champion 2019