Plastic

I don’t find it surprising

Or overwhelming

In the slightest

That plastic is filling our oceans

Or polluting our beaches

It’s devouring our mountains, too

It’s cluttering the forests

It’s fluttering in the plains

It’s covering our walkways and our paths

It’s under the soil, digging for

New earth, searching for new hope but

Finding plastic

Because we made more plastic

Than we make farts

And I’m not sure if you realized this

Before now

But

That shit is durable

And we’ve gotta clean it all up

Somehow,

Who’s first?

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