Christopher Morley

“ Unthrifty garbage can.
O wasteful and slackminded offspring
Of a cheese-witted peasantry,
Fallen in evil ways
While in service to the Peking profiteers,
When half the world is starving
You would toss away
A practicable mouse-patty
Or an undamaged rice-cake—
When you die
And your miserable wraith
Approaches the Pagoda of the Immortals
May even that lean and gristly portion of your spirit
Which is worth saving
Be tossed without hesitation
Into the purgatorial incinerator. ”