Cashing bloated checks every day drawn from the bank of the earth, I am resposible for thousands of deaths.
Compost me.
When payment comes due and the ecology collections come collecting please do not bury me so boxed and so deep.
I owe. Compost me.
Turn me back to the givers from whom I have taken. I may end up a tree branch riding down a roiling river or a gnat, in your face.
I may stink for a while, best to drop me away from people. Compost me.
That I may not rob the earth. Compost me.
