My soul doth sing and my heart doth leap when I catch sight of compost heap.
Let me explain what there is to behold in this putrefying, festering mound of mould.
Cut grass and leaves, bygone meals old tea bags, stale bread, potato peel,
Bananas turned black and egg shells galore all coated in powdery-blue fungal spore.
All those things you don’t want, you just throw them here and nutritious soil will appear in a year
Thanks to beetles and ants, worms and lice it is a creepy crawly paradise.
They tirelessly process the peel and the rind with nothing but their own self-interest in mind.
Nothing is wasted, nor centrally planned it’s like Adam Smith’s Invisible Hand.
This is an example it’s plain to see of a functioning, free-market economy.
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