Plastic Bag Prejudice and Bigotry

PLASTIC BAG PREJUDICE AND BIGOTRY What’s that over there? Don’t bother, it’s just another of those goddamned plastic bags, Just a plastic bag, a thin polythene bag, Transparent, cheap, ugly: seen one seen ‘em all - If I see one comin’ my way, I avoid it. Always hangin’ in bunches at corners of streets Where you wouldn’t walk at night, In the markets after honest folks have all gone home, Hovering, looking for nothing in particular. An aimless existence, I tell you, And I swear you can smell the stink off ‘em fifty feet away. Can just tell by their color - they’re trouble. And of course, always linked to cocaine and suchlike. These guys never amount to anything; just useless, Blowin’ in the wind - no purpose, no function, no real job: Kinda like parasites on our country. Decent folks don’t want ‘em - they don’t really belong. Better to use good American paper bags, instead Of importing these guys from sweat shops in Asia. They’re nothing but trouble - they block up drains; Can choke a kid; and suffocate a dog; And we can’t get rid of ‘em. They won’t go away, Don’t decay for like five zillion years in the soil. We’d be better off without them - Our country would be cleaner, less spoiled, The way it was in the old days. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. NOTE This is the third in my PLASTIC BAG trilogy. If I write a fourth, it will be a quadrilogy