Plastic World

The world, it needs a captive

While men free up and come up.

Someone needs to be adaptive

And rein forevermore

No one wants to be at bottom

Chasing paper

Getting change.

Things all have a price

Very few can live to pay

So we move on to tomorrow

Always hungry wanting more

What’s the fashion, at which store?

How’s that phone work, let me know!

So there’s plastic upon plastic

To set us up and with that and more

But in the end nobody’s happy

We want everything galore.

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