A silly poem with a serious meaning.
Invented in our lifetime but could be the death of all
It clogs our seas and rivers, and on wildlife takes its toll
It starts out big and bulky like a four-pint thing of milk
But breaks down to microplastics, quite small and smooth as silk
It ends up in your water, it ends up in shampoo
It ends up in the food you eat, it ends up in your poo
It travels around inside you, some lodges in your gut
It hopefully gets free again then comes out of your butt
Unfortunately, we do not know the long-term health effect
It’s probably carcinogenic, but then, who gives a feck
It’s in our fish, it’s in our meat, it’s in our veg as well
But no one seems to give a damn that we’re on this road to hell
One day I suppose we’ll all wake up, and open up our eyes
Cry out to stop pollution before everybody dies
That day, I expect will be too late, the damage gone too far
They’ll cry, “stop all the plastic, bring back the screw top jar
Put the milk back into bottles, and leave our food unwrapped”
You’ll feel a pain, then cry, then shout, “Oh, look what I’ve just crapped!
It’s a fully working model of a lego plane that’s wrapped
In a plastic film in a plastic box in a 10p plastic sack.”
And then you’ll die, a horrid death, and then they will cremate you
To reclaim the hydrocarbons that you couldn’t pass as poo.
©Joseph R. Mason 2022
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