The Valley of Trash

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trash, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy litter picker and thy bag they comfort me.

Another day of the beautiful sight of trash strewn all over the place,ore of the same shit, every street and every open space. Every street has a trashy lining. It's so joyous to walk amongst such filth and blatant disrespect.