They say there are no more jobs-
No minimum wage careers.
Theres no work for average Bob
No cash for his favorite beer
We need to keep on spending
To keep economic order
And so I'm recommending
We begin with some disorder
The answer is a simple one
Hiding under our nose
It could be easily done
And now I will disclose
Littering.
We'll all just leave our trash
On the side of the road;
To pile in a big stash,
An aromatic load.
Soon we'd come to know
Theres not enough men in jail
To dispose of our disposed
And clean up our litter trail
More jobs can come of this
And I think then we'd see
More jobs, a quick fix?
We must simply hire the free.
