Poetry 2000-.....

Someone asked me to write a poem about the mafia being in charge of the garbage industry.  I don't know if this is at all true, and about it's connection to the US.Government. Well, this was a request and it came out like this.

God Don't Sell Trees

 The Easter Bunny and the Undertaker
Sitting under a tree
First came the plan
Then came the lie
We're the ones who don't ask why.
Satan and Santa
Cutting down the tree
First came the deal
Then came illusion
Now we celebrate in confusion.
Uncle Sam and the Garbage Man
Selling plastic trees
First comes money
Then comes waste
Now in the mirror is a guilty face.

   Ciera S. Louise c. 03/11/05