Who Am I, If I Am

I am a terrible shame For which you're all to blame I come with lots of extras That no one really needs If it's made under the sun I certainly must have more than one Preplanned obsolescence Is my very core And consumerism That just ups the score A pretty picture in a shiny frame A fancy present, on it is your name Those things are with you now Soon they'll be with me It's said that you can't take it with you When your time is up But that's not so with me For I am here forever Perhaps as a whole Though likely broke apart Remember that soon as you made me Of me you became a part Do not create another Do not break my heart Who am I I am a landfill