In response to Poetry 101 Rehab – Recycle

Recycle Me

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..

 

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