We buy and take with no care of our fate.
Every few months in with the new and out with the old.
No one ever minding where it will all go.
Our old becomes garbage thrown in a mile-wide pit.
Growing faster than us but we don’t appear to give a shit.
We want more and more and if we don’t get, we will throw a fit.
What will happen when the pits fill, oh shit mankind, we’ll be left dumbfucked sitting on a hill.
The trash will overrun us, people will get ill.
Backyards will become dumpsters. States, landfills.
People will be forced to cluster up as the trash grows at will.
Politicians will do what they always do, try, and make a bill.
Too late, as they usually are, their land saving law will be as worthless as a torn dollar bill.
Space will be limited. Land to live on scarce. People crowded so tight, privacy will be nowhere.
The air will be thick. Walking without losing your breath, that’ll be a new trick.
Let my words be read as caution, not to fright. After all, it’s not that bad.
This is our fate. We’ll buy and throw away until it’s too late.
Worry not, we have time to kill. Your backyard is still safe to grill.
So while we wait for our trash fate.
There’s plenty of nights to be filled with Netflix and chill.
@ellowrites @ellowriting @ellopoetry
photo by - Hector Adalid