Poem about Junk.
Junk keeps piling
Up and up it goes
Junk flying in the air
Where to put it
Nobody knows
Accumulating junk is what people do
One day they’ll wake up
Their house will be a junkyard too
They’ll be buried in things they don’t really need
Spend their money on stuff
No money left to eat or feed
We buy junk so can be happy
I bought way too much
Junk will trap me
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