Clean for a few weeks,
dirty for months afterward—
When will I learn that you are not for keeps
and force my head to turn forward?
At least we’re Eco-friendly,
constantly reusing until there’s nothing left at all…
Maybe the environment is happy,
but I am all Winter— no more Spring, Summer, or Fall.
Whoever wagered a future on this—
think again—
it’s not a long term solution.
Her needs are a landfill compared to his,
but now her heart is sick of self pollution.
