Why, the more we consume, the more we waste?
This sad irony of precious refuse,
adheres like dirt to our careless disgrace,
for what’s aquired, we’re oft eager to lose.
Weekly, we perform routine gorge and purge,
voiding lives of packaged adjunct garbage
cached in bins, the spoils of our urges,
cast where it confers no further damage.
What’s done is disposed in this ritual,
tossed aside in addictive convenience,
for shunning our spoils turns habitual,
the regretted scraps of grief and grievance.
Consequences, we dispense and discard
but rubbish, like shame, can catch us off guard.