Plastic Paradise
Blake’s world in a grain of sand
This plastic bottle in my hand
Welcome to the new Fantasy Island
Of plastic trash, a brave new land
This tropical island, it's perfect for me
Plastic parts and baggies floating on the sea
Maybe melt it down and build homes for the needy
or a giant vacation raft for the greedy
With helipads, private yacht docks
Big towering plastic wave blocks,
Rubber beach, water bottle boardwalk
Plastic vat-grown flesh of real livestock
The morality of the cancer cell
Substrate feeders, eating pell-mell
The world’s becoming a garbage pail
No thought to the inevitable
And climate change serves their agenda well
Because the human contribution’s debatable
While they discuss warming, the cartel’s
Strip malls and subdivisions continue to swell
Doomed is the animal that craps its nest
Any intelligent species should be distressed
A problem that’s not yet addressed
I’m not so sure we’ll pass the test
History will certainly not treat us kind
The obvious answer is easy to find
We have turned a greedy eye blind
To the inevitable impact of short-term design
Of wild spaces, said Edward Abbey
The world, and humankind’s necessity
Without wild spaces, wild humans can’t be
Which serves the moral absentees
However, it does seem to me
Abbey missed one fact that’s key
There will always be crazies like me
Who’d burn it down to set it free
4/9/16
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