Those that have little, waste not.
Those that do little, waste a lot.
Fashion, fripperies and fads
Acquired in overflowing bags
On whim from every shopping mall
To keep the Jonses in enthral
To make them feel hip and chic
They must have new things every week
But as the vase of flowers fades
To be a tomb for gnats and flies
So the tawdry surface gloss
Tarnishes to show the dross
And 'precious' is downgraded to
'Not as good as something new'
Then it must go down the tip
Before another shopping trip
So much is sadly wasted on
The demographic A-B-C1
But C2-D and E also
Don't think before good things they throw
Before they buy the things on sale
There's waste upon a massive scale
Mass produced is mass destroyed
So many mindlessly employed
When making gee-gaws for the masses
Or motor cars for wealthy classes
Those that have little, waste not.
Those that do little, waste a lot.
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