Banjo patterson said it too, in his wonderful poem, "Clancey of the Overflow":You steaming wasteland of piss and shit.
I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all
It (your line) makes me laugh as it is so full of feeling, albeit, pissedoffedness. HA!!
Try going for a walk in the forest or along the beach or maybe over the desert sands or,
Maybe read some of the poetry of Banjo Patterson.
