once shoes went to cobblers

new valves a radio renewed

cut-throat razors stropping

nappies boiled then brewed

 

now artefacts come and go

we exploit them every day

serve a purpose then gone

discards, just thrown away

 

are us people any different?

used and then tossed aside

minds or bodies plundered

left weeping, hollow, dried

 

poets call it romantic love

all flowers, altruism, nice,

yet getting what we want

makes others pay a price

 

living our disposable lives

fate bags up to throw out

worn-out items that time,

the dustbinman, will rout

 

I've disposed of many girls

-they did the same to me

when the shine wore off,

scrap-heaps there to see