To-Go Cup

I was filled up, topped-off, taken out, carried,

drunk from, emptied, vacuumed dry. No refill.

 

Cannot be recycled, upcycled, bicycled, tricycled or supercycled

I’m immovable, disposable, not biodegradable, insoluble,

cryptic, episodic, energetic and spasmodic

 

I’m northbound flitting, earthbound jittering,

low orbit launching on ten. Nine. Eight.

 

I’m the fill in the landfill, the pie in the sky, the fork in the road where the satellites dish. I’ll bring down the big-dish antenna in big-vacuum space—take-out takeoff in ten. Nine. Eight.

 

I’m telling you there’s trash in space. Trash on the Moon. I’m telling you there’s red trash on Mars and blue trash on Venus. There’s trash on the shouilders of the sky-road and the skyway’s got no Adopt-a-Highway. Whatcha gonna do?

 

Whatcha gonna do?

 

Whatcha gonna do when the trash is you?

 

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