All shiny and new I arrive at your door,
‘Cause landfill sites can’t take anymore,
The bin men come and I’m thrown all around,
With a great big thud I’m chucked on the ground,
Now in a sorry state as I sit by your gate,
All broken and split and held together with tape,
But what happens to me now, am I recycled too,
Or do I end up on landfill, surely that’s not what I’m meant to do.
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