We use it up and throw it in the bin,

Never to think of or see it again.

How much waste can one household make?

Ask the trashman, I'm sure his take

would be a head shake and a great big frown.

How much does he see in one day around town.

Paper and plastic, items piled up high,

things we can't live without until we realize the lie.

We don't need more, oh the money we spend,

trying to get the newest model, our pockets we rend.

The landfills are full of what we had to have,

Are we really any better or was it just a salve

to fill an emptiness that objects can't fill.

The waste of a nation who texts rather than calls,

but looks for fulfilment behind our walls.