Around and around we go, picking up plastics to put in our baskets and the chuck and to chuck to the Wasteland for the Better Homes and Twisted Gardens while another part of mankind is compacted into the unpopulation mishandled. And unaccounted for on a waiting list to thrive nearly surviving waiting on the rain the chance or charity to be washed clean nodding and screaming at the static found between the gravity of the have and have nots