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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