Too many butts also leach toxins into the environment when it rains.
I used to have a butt flicker living next door. He somehow managed to flick them all over my driveway and front yard, as if to make work for me. So I'd gather them up —hundreds— and put them on his steps. He hated me. I hated him. Then he moved. Yay-y-y-y!!!
Now I have a neighbor who lets his dogs bark all night.
What was it Sartre said? "Hell is other people."
I've so enjoyed your last two poems, leighmf. Don't stop.