Plastic Poem by Ray William Roldan

Plastic people in plastic lands
drink plastic beer from plastic cans,
Their plastic memories can never embrace
the plastic endeavors they attempt to trace!

There's plastic sway to plastic time
plastic waves sans reason or rhyme!

Now plastic thought means plastic dreams
of plastic flowers and plastic streams,
now my love is real and could fade away
yet if it were plastic, it would forever delay
those plastic pains and plastic losses
with plastic gains from plastic bosses!

Some say that plastic is bad for the air,
but if the air were plastic
why would we care?