Snyta
A poem on the outward actions of an false environmentalist
You dumped the contents
of the paper coffee cup out the window
of your shiny black Tesla
onto a road that had seen much
the same—butts and candy wrappers—
and more, so that your tiny excuse
for an offering
meant nothing.
You considerately
added the cup.
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Pluto Wolnosci
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By Jenifer Nim6 days ago in Wander
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