- Vol. 07
- Chapter 02
Look at you in your blue-sky photo-shoot
Simple, young, original and fresh
Flawless, snowy white, no wrinkles, no scars
A pop of red "Because you’re worth it".
Everybody wants you, you’re all the rage
You’re the flavour of the month
Oat, Soy, Rice, Almond and Coconut
But what becomes of you when they’ve had their fill
Once the lust for niche and new is over?
We will find you in some lay by, field, tube station or pond.
Stained, lidless, crumpled, lifeless, grey skies – landfill.