Obsolete goods
Like the wasted gifts
You never wanted
Like the perfectly good car
You trade in for better
Like the mobile phone
Built to last only a year
Like the packaging used
To persuade you to buy
Like the thrown out food
You made too much of… yet again
Everything you so desperately desired
Now no longer care for…
Piled high, crushed then covered
To create the basis for land
Upon which we’ll later live.
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