Just in the weeds I did see,
A dipstick from a plastic sea.
An item that's just human born,
But won't take on the human form.
From a car,
It travelled far.
And though bashed and torn,
My dipstick is now surely worn.
This plastic life it makes me sick,
In plastic life we're just all dipsticks.
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Polymeric Rhapsody
PoetryA collection of poetry about my adventures in a plastic sea. #wattys2019
