In response to Poetry 101 Rehab – Recycle
Recycled, reused and born in the Recycle Centre
I survive the likes of you,
I endure the pain, I re-enter
When you use and throw me like a no-value…
‘Why to recycle?’, you ask
And I tempt, ‘Recycle me for money’,
And when I say, ‘Do it right away’
You say, “Nah, the weather is too sunny’….
Reused, recycled and born again in the Recycle Centre
I will survive the likes of you,
Because I can endure the pain, I will re-enter again
When you use and throw me like a no-value..