When you buy something, you have to look at it, every day.
And when you’re sick of staring at it, stuff it in a closet, or somewhere further away.
What if when we bought our goods, we thought about this tax.
Perhaps we’d stop filling the basement until our foundation cracks.
Maybe we buy with intention, focus on what sparks joy,
Begin to truly care about who we employ.
And to the monoliths who fly to space on the backs of throwaway stuff,
We can whisper and then shout, “Fuck you, enough’s enough.”