Recycle.

The Cycle
Needs To
Circulate the
Waste or
else it
Sufficates in
Haste, exponentially
Degrading 'til
It's way
too late

While
Spirals
Thrive
Off
Of
The
Lazy
Losing
Pace
Spinning
and
Grinning
As
Oxygen's
Thinning
Beginning the demise,
be wary.
Don't get scared, get scary,
Be daring enough to Return
To the
Mother
That bore
All these others.
Return
To the cycle, don't
Spiral
And
Fade,
Burn Brightly
In this Perfect
Pattern, Circulate this
Matter. Just
Because

The Cycle
Needs to
Circulate the
Waste or
Else it
Suffocates In
Haste exponentially
Degrading til
It's way
Too late.