Who Am I, If I Am Poem by Theodore Zendarski

I am a terrible shame
For which you're all to blame
I come with lots of extras
That no one really needs
If it's made under the sun
I certainly must have more than one
Preplanned obsolescence
Is my very core
And consumerism
That just ups the score
A pretty picture in a shiny frame
A fancy present, on it is your name
Those things are with you now
Soon they'll be with me
It's said that you can't take it with you
When your time is up
But that's not so with me
For I am here forever
Perhaps as a whole
Though likely broke apart
Remember that soon as you made me
Of me you became a part
Do not create another
Do not break my heart
Who am I
I am a landfill