Dear Plastic

Plastic

Nylon

Terylene

Made of atoms by tender fingers

And determined heads

Of inventors tickling

Perfection

Plastic

Rayon

I was born aeon's ago

Before anything human was known

My friends the alchemists

Told me everything was natural

And always will be that way

And possible to make gold from dirt

Plastic

Nylon

Dear plastic be proud

Don't imitate anything

You're pure, pure, pure

Plastic

Nylon

I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge

Took everything and digested

Of course I became big, bigger and very, very strong

Today I'm old and withering away

My friends the alchemists

Long disappeared into dust

I no longer get anything fruity

No longer gold made from dirt

The only thing I get is space food on a tray

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