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
S-M-I-L-I-N-G
First came the plan
Then came the lie
We're the ones who don't ask why.
 
Satan and Santa
Cutting down the tree
F-A-L-L-I-N-G
First came the deal
Then came illusion
Now we celebrate in confusion.
 
Uncle Sam and the Garbage Man
Selling plastic trees
D-E-C-V-I-N-G
First comes money
Then comes waste
Now in the mirror is a guilty face.

   Ciera S. Louise c. 03/11/05