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Plastic Bags


Looking for a warning sign

Amidst Earth’s complex design

Light little plastic bags

Jellyfish to the turtles with our tags

 

Our pistons out on an ego trip

Guzzling so fast, we need an IV drip

Unable to trust the air

Little plastic bags rest on smog clouds, but I’m unaware

 

Can’t stall the bubble burst

Undistinguishable seasons, either a freezer or a sauna

Shirts of charismatic mega fauna

Can’t convince people of the problems we’ve nursed

 

The sea is rising

The sea is rising!

We’re at the bottom, but we saw the flags

The light little plastic bags 

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