Are you happy with your ecological experience?

Well, no.
I come here,
the place stinks,
the bottles have to be squeezed
between scratchy brushes one by one,
they make an almighty
crash that hurts my ears, the
paper bin flaps snap at my fingers
and damage my thumbs,
you can't nick monitors from the
computer recycling,
there's nowhere to stick your plastic bags
stinking of last month's naff rosso
when you got pissed and had it
with Jenny next door after
Jasmine went to bed having droned on about
all her teddies all through Living Planet.

I want some branding,
I want a humongous tussle between World Corp
and World Co for punter buy-in and investor faith,
and I want great loyalty card offers from
both, I want some Amazonian customer care,
I want a feeling of being valued
by ants and spiders and creepy crawlies inc.
I want World to engage my interest more
with a blog, with a bit of spamming,
and a forum, where we can exchange
views in a robust and rude manner. If I'm
a stakeholder then where's my world-share portfolio,
and not just ephemerals like
dawn and dusk and moon and cakes and
that sort of
stuff.