Plastic surging
In plastic waves,
Hurtling forth
In plastic rage.
Debris pinned
In plastic wind.
Killing mackerel
Innocent of plastic sin.
While politicians have plastic minds,
We have no hope
Of leaving the plastic age behind.
Plastic People
With plastic minds,
Poured into moulds
And preserved in Time
A thousand years later
When we are all gone
When everyone realises
Having plastic is wrong.
There’re only plastic flowers
On a plastic Earth,
And nothing is left
Of any real worth.
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