Let me talk about me,
Occupying my time with handiwork,
No help to soci'ty,
I may take moments staring into space,
No carbon footprint, then,
Except for the furnace running inside,
Keeping warm all my needless possessions,
Sent in pieces around the world in ships,
Places I'll never be,
To be assembled then shipped one more time,
Wrapped in plastic for me.
Funny, but true,
Well, now I'm not so sure,
You're born into a system you can't change-
Or's that thought born of the system's structure?
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