The Water Bottle
The Water Bottle
It was a Tuesday evening
The date was the third
The foreman was late
The plastic was slurred
Then fizz pop bang
The mold gave way
And out I sprang
I was born today
At 16.9 fl. oz.
I was pretty good size
I was placed on a conveyer
With the rest of the guys
I was filled with water
My cap sealed tight
Packaged with my team
Waiting for my flight
It's now a week later
I'm packed in a cooler
Surrounded by ice
But not from a jeweler
Then SHE picked me up
Removed my cap
Placed her lip on mine
And my world went snap
When she was finished
I was tossed in the trash
My life was over
It went up in a flash
Oh the life of a water bottle
It doesn't seem fair
We're toxic to landfills
But the world doesn't care
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