Plastic, our new savior! We’ll make everything out of plastic. From cups, to bags, heck,
even sidewalks, everything will be plastic. It’ll cut the cost, saving us from the deepening debt
we’ve grown up on. Give our future generations a chance. Plastic isn’t degradable, so we’ll never
have to make more. Saving cash. So we put it everywhere.
Toys, juice boxes, flooring.
To-go containers, PVC pipes, Ziplock baggies.
Luggage, furniture, instruments.
We made a world of our own invention. A world that is truly our own. We made up a
tool, one that can be applied to everything, anywhere, at any time. We made a gift, one not sent
from God. We put it everywhere.
Lamps, toothbrushes, play grounds.
Clothes, gum, sunscreen.
Glitter, tea bags, jar lids.
We made landfills of the plastic, where they take up space and stay there for all eternity.
We had so much of it, we even put it in the ocean! Now the sea turtles can drink through plastic
straws, too. Personification. Human. Evolution. We put it everywhere.
Tupperware, lightswitches, car parts.
Syringes, telephones, Legos.
Inhalers, fabrics, medical tubing.
What a wondrous thing to have. So useful, so needed. Thanks Leo Baekeland! God of
chemists. You gave us a new future.
We didn’t think this through. We didn’t stop making the plastic, we kept going. Now
there’s a lot, some would argue a bit too much plastic. We knew they wouldn’t dissolve, but we
didn’t take in how we couldn’t understand that forever is forever. The generation, the one we
tried to give a chance to, will die before they truly live.
Now we sit here. Surrounded by our own destruction. Our own ruin. We wait for our own
gift (better accurately called filth) to kill us and our planet. We wait for our misjudged
calculation of mistakes to finally pick us off. Just like the rings killed our turtles, we wait for
them to turn on us.
Their creator.
We’ve built civilizations on the very thing that will end them. We’ve made monarchies
and castles of plastic. We should’ve known they were fake. That’s all plastic is. Fake falsities that
reflect our greed. We put it everywhere.
Sham, tricks, fabrications, cheats, fraud.
Crowns of forgery can always be unforged. Whether now or later, our crown will fall,
dead and wasted, onto the plastic sands of our creation and destruction. We put it everywhere.
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