Recycling

Nothing works like it used to The styrofoam town where we all bought a house Was meant to be used and thrown away Where do we hide our trash When the ocean's filled to the brim There is no room in space for empty plastic bins Take it out on your mother The toys in your room that helped make it through Were packed in a bag and thrown away What'll you tell your kids When they ask how you grew up Was there any room on the shelf for empty plastic cups Do you ever wonder why we were built for leaving? And the glass to break your fall just keeps you bleeding? And the courage to ask the sky is still receding?