Type "A ROSE"
And watch the letters fall from the screen and disappear into the sand.
Covered in plastic is a lifestyle.
We eat it and breathe it and
We feed it to our children,
Spoonfuls of plastic because we love them.
Life is about racing your neighbor,
And if you do not get ahead while the opportunity is present,
You have decided to turn adulthood into a web of failure.

At 16, have a baby
At 18, settle down.
This is the life that was given to you on a cereal box with a cartoon and a puzzle.
We speak some German, some French
Yet we never plan to go there.
We speak some Activism, some Plastic
And it becomes a household staple.
She does it, so I will too.
He does it, so I will too.

No child is left behind.
When her friends have children, she will too.
We are racing and sawing lines from our cereal box maze in an attempt to be the first to reach the other side.
Money is plastic.
We eat that too.

A ROSE melts into the HOT SAND.
You are free to clean up the beach
Or you can be 17, breastfeeding plastic to your baby.
The world is a spoonful of lies overflowing with little people who refuse to let the plastic in their arms go.

We sink together.
If our neighbor sinks first,
We load our arms with plastic to get there faster
Because life is about getting there first,
Doing it first,
Being the first.
Plastic is a home at the bottom of the universe.
The earth takes another bite.
We sink lower and lower with nowhere to go.
Hold onto your children, children.
The end is just starting.
The end will be painful.