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We prefer plastic.

THE PLASTIC PLANET

Here I am,
A very strange but plastic man.
The material of a plastic race,
Plastic body a real disgrace.

Drinking plasticated water,
From plastic bottles down the age's.
To stay young a plastic face,
Is what most people crave.

With plastic knees and hips,
We even went to sea in.
Unsinkable plastic ships,
Baby's slept in plastic cribs.

Microbial pieces floating in sea and air,
Adhered to different things everywhere.
Plastic items for all around the home,
Fire proof plastic walls and a plastic phone.

We can no longer breath normal air,
Wondering as I sit in my plastic chair.
Will we ever find a plastic planet out there,
In outer space that could support,
A very plastic human race.

Here we are living our lives,
Nothing set in stone or In granite.
Doing nothing,
One day at time on this plastic earth.
Our living and breathing plastic planet.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley