Thursday Thoughts - Recycling TVs and Other Technology

Terry Tout and the Garbage Spout

by Rachel Hoyt

 

image by bplanet via freedigitalphotos.net

 

 

Terry Tubert Timothy Tout

Learned young to take his garbage out.

He knew how to pick pieces off,

How to spew prices as he coughed,

The men to sluff the best parts to,

And what they'd cost if there were few.

He kept his piles from piling up.

He bought fine whiskey for his cup.

He watched the piles go in and out.

Terry Tubert Timothy Tout

Got rich off a garbage spout -

But then the spout would not turn off

And the fumes made his workers cough,

No people prized the parts he picked,

Profits vanished as trash grew thick.

So Terry Tout fled the scene too,

Mad from watching as trash piles grew,

Afraid tech trash will chase him down -

It took his job, why not his town?

 

© 2013 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

 

 

This week's rhyme was inspired by some news on e-waste

and the effects of tech trends changing with haste.

 

Technorati Tags: Waste, Electronics, Poem, Technology, Recycling, Poetry

Stopping Satellite Showers

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The sky is spewing satellites down upon the earth.

Once they land, far fewer parts will have value or worth.

Plus, allowing them to just come flying, crashing down,

brings much fear upon my heart and to my face a frown.

I'm glad to hear one company has a well timed, thorough plan

to save us money while recycling all the space junk that they can.

They plan to launch one big craft loaded with several smaller pods

which they'll dispatch to scavenge for valuable satellite rods.

I fear our worsening whirling, swirling atmosphere of debris.

I'd love to let a remote controlled vessel brave this danger for me.

I do hope said vessel is prepared to be watched like a hawk

to ensure that all it does is reconfigure used antennae stock.

I learned from the story of Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

that you should always, always, always take the garbage out.

If we continue to let our satellite junk accumulate,

satellite showers will be our destiny and death by trash our fate.

To survive we'd have to find the place Sarah Stout's neighbors hid,

while ignoring a simple lesson learned long ago as an innocent kid.

We need not (yet) fear getting crushed by a tower of rancid spoiled food,

but we may get stabbed by satellite parts as proof that ditching trash is rude.

© 2011- all rights reserved - Rachel Hoyt

Technorati Tags: Space, Junk, Recycle, Humor, Satellite, Poetry

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