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