Crumpled,
Thrown away,
Used again and again,
Until I’ve been sucked dry.
Chucked in a bin,
Filled with trash,
You took away whatever I had left,
Making me worthless.
But you aren’t satisfied, are you?
You want to leech out more from me.
So I lie here in this bin,
With the words:
TO BE RECYCLED FOR FUTURE USE.
