Who am I, if I am

I am a terrible shame

For which you're all to blame

I come with lots of extras

That no one really needs

If it's made under the sun

I certainly must have more than one

Preplanned obsolescence

Is my very core

And consumerism

That just ups the score

A pretty picture in a shiny frame

A fancy present, on it is your name

Those things are with you now

Soon they'll be with me

It's said that you can't take it with you

When your time is up

But that's not so with me

For I am here forever

Perhaps as a whole

Though likely broke apart

Remember that soon as you made me

Of me you became a part

Do not create another

Do not break my heart

Who am I

I am a landfill