Waste Land
They say that America is rich,
but that's not what I see.
I see a land of waste and sloth
which affects you and me.
Some say that our garbage
is the richest in the world.
I resent the lauds for that;
it's like an insult hurled.
Go into a restaurant,
try to get a portion small.
They will bring you heaping plates,
though you can't eat it all
Around the world there's hunger,
while we throw good food out.
Even in our homeland,
there are those who do without.
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