Festerers

Glastonbury, Glastonbury,
take home your shit,
don’t leave it pitched
for others to shift.

800k
of camping poop,
bought cheap from Millets,
loose-pegged, now drooped.

You embraced the moment,
but dropped your tat,
forgotten ’bout now,
back in your cosy flat.

Next time don’t ‘festie’,
please avoid the hike,
stay at home, pitch up
to downloads you ‘liked’.