No Recycle For You

I’m walking through my neighborhood

Before the dawns’ first light

I see things so repugnant me

My stomach sickens at their sight

These people are all “well-to-do”

Large homes with vine and sash

But a lot of them don’t give a damn

And refuse recycle trash

Their bottles, papers, cans and such

All so vital they we save

They throw into plain garbage bags

And dig Mother Natures’ grave

I’ve actually had a chat or two

With these pillagers of dearth

And they could give a lesser shit

About saving Mother Earth

So I hope when it’s “your time” to be saved

And the recycling of your morbid soul

That Destiny decides “no way”

And buries it in a six-foot hole