My head itches as I scratch with fervor.
Why do we throw away piles of paper?
Many trees are chopped down and ground to pulps.
Why do we use paper plates, towels and cups?
We shred these papers down the waste baskets.
Don’t these dead trees make great wooden caskets?
This is not a nice thought with much dismay.
The redwood forest outlives us today.
We print and crumple these papers at work.
We should blow out boogers onto our shirts.
Paper napkins clog our sewers and sinks.
The clean up crew know their job really stinks.
Be responsible and do what’s right.
Plant more saplings and protect trees from blights.
Bamboo grows more prolific and quite tall.
Our ancient trees won’t take anymore fall.
Words written on paper or signed in red
do not matter to someone who mislead.
Someone’s word may sound promising and true.
One should forgive instead of laws that sue.
Paper cuts into one’s cold heart now warmed.
The lesson of love is not to be harmed.
This is no slavery in fear or shame.
This bad karma is like a waiting game.
Revised on 07-08-2006 05:30AM…
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