Be plastic my friend, never deteriorate never bend, fill the earth to its heart’s content.

Be plastic my friend, be malleable but don’t break, buried in the ground, let the earth inflate.

Living in this world we see; how bright the future will burn in degrees.

 Never going away, there where we do not need.

Face to face with extinction, and nothing to support the trees.

For decades before us and after us so deep.

A grove of unsatisfaction, and a treasure trove of greed.

BE plastic my friend and let it merge into thee,

Like all fishes of existence unknowingly swallowing beads.

BE plastic my friend and let’s stay here forever.

Even in the atmosphere, which we mistook for heaven.

Be plastic my friend and let our bonds be so strong.

Somehow held together when the force bequeaths us all.