Do I live
A synthetic life
As I float
On my boat,
Wondering?
P'raps recycling
Some stuff
Around me.
Some bits burn.
Others don't.
Plastic, the stink
Could make you sick.
Some rubbish
Gets the heave-ho!
They happily go
To give heat.
Make my life sweet
With the meat
Of the matter
Wher'ence it goes...
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