Disposible
Stop and think for a moment
about how it has creeped up.
Its a world of throw away.
Just trash you think; disposible.
Everything just junked
athough it has a use still.
Piles and piles of things
filling up the landfills.
And when it comes down to it
so are we disposible like trash.
The promotion promised gone
the excuse flimsy and week.
Because at the end of the day
we live in a disposible world!
With no or little value attached
to anything its all simply disposible!
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2018
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