It seemed like such a good idea. Every Tom, Dick, and Michael
Would offer cash for scrap metal. That way, we could recycle
The metals we've ripped from Mother Earth. Then we'll have reused
Products of past industry, but what has evolved has us confused.
Instead of creatively reusing our resources to the max
We've left ourselves wide open to nefarious scavenging attacks.
The creativity we'd hope to tap dismantles hydrants, then leaves
Why? These fire plugs have innards of valuable bronze sleeves.
We considered beverage cans to be the bounty, to be our object.
Never expected that dwelling units would end up being wrecked,
Whose water pipes are disappearing, old ones, not the newer plastic,
'Cause the copper of which they are made for recycling is fantastic.
Fencing of stolen goods was an understood criminal part, thence
One suspected it would continue. Instead, they’ve stolen the fence
Because it's made of aluminum and that makes a recycler smile,
So now our fencing's disappearing. Not by the foot, by the mile.
To shed upon this problem a little wisdom and some insight
Would be a good deal easier, if we still possessed some light.
But that light, too, has disappeared and with it went its pole,
Some thieves walked away with it. Where it stood is now a hole!
We'll have to reinforce our laws, increase police power and then
Turn ‘em loose on "recyclers". Innundate them with blue men…
But this remedy might not succeed and effectively come a cropper
Via a legal self redemption. After all, they’re made of copper!
Copyright © 2012 by Frank Koerner