Gepubliceerdop apr 20, 2017

Disposable society has thrown away the best in me.
It’s thrown away sincerity,
the keystone of integrity.

Disposable to throw away,
buy something new another day.
There is nothing made that’s made to stay.
Planned obsolescence will make you pay:
paper plates, cardboard skates, plastic silverware,
automobiles with disposable wheels,
wigs instead of hair, that’s how it is.

Disposable the way you love,
not exactly what you’re thinking of.
Dispose of me when you are through
for fear that I’ll dispose of you.

Disposable your closest friend,
you’re supposed to love right to the end.
Your rigid mind won’t let you bend.
You’re further gone than you pretend

Eugene McDaniels, 1974


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