Put out the trash, All in the black sacks, Last year’s clothes, The old mobile phone, The broken photo frame, bought six years ago in Rome,
Might as well throw in one broken heart, A lost soul, And also all the memories to go,
Just like all the material things that mean nothing now, It’s sad to think people are just as disposible somehow,
We upgrade to the latest app, Buy newer versions of what we already had before, It’s become just as easy to use people, To disregard them when we feel they have a use no more,
The material things can be recycled, turned into something else you may want, It’s harder for a human, As it makes them feel worthless and lost.
©R. Spencer 2021
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