It’s no wonder the planet overflows,
New designs replacing old;
Exponential as the population grows,
It whispers or it bellows,
Throwing out what it considers
Excess this and excess that
Piled up as scrap that once had use.
More scrap
Will pile up as filthy, fatty crap
That has no use.
We can’t go back in time.
Framed in other kinds of filth,
Enjoying what is bad for health,
The cloth of new inventions is inevitable.
Inventions Always Replace Inventions 3.23.2015
Circling Round Science II; Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
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