Plastic Bag : the Early Days
PLASTIC BAG : THE EARLY DAYS
They said we all had a shining future, with bright lights,
Advertising panels, and supermarket voice-over mentions
Of high-quality “cellophane presentation wrappers”
Of fruit - suitable even as a gift wraps
We enjoyed peer support from other plastic bags
We were all in it together like boot camp
We had an important (fruit )role of “protecting and preserving”
Just like the door motto on police black-and-whites
And they told us there was the possibility of recycling -
A change of career in our later years,
Maybe as a drinks canister or a garden hose-pipe.
I was even thinking. . . pension plan
But disillusion set in early, with my first experience
Of rotten apples inside my “gift wrap” skin, and smelly fungus growing.
Man I could see it all in a flash - it was a set-up, a con-job,
We were just unimportant plastic bags, which people throw away.
Wind draft caught my loosened bag-tie one afternoon
And I was up and away, through the door without a by-your-leave
Mmmmm. . . fresh air and chilling with the seagulls
And the rest is history
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