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This Plastic World



We live in a plastic world

Where discards outweigh utility,

Where garbage pollutes air, land and sea

And everything is temporary;

Nature must take a back seat

‘Cos man has learned to manipulate

Greens and meat and all we eat.

Plastic, cardboard used once

Then tossed away. Society tells us

How to think, act and re-act,

Fit the parameters or be a mis-fit,

Clones of idEAlised/idOlised

Specimens of humanity don’t stir the pot,

Blow the snot where it lands –

Out of sight, out of mind.


©Denise G Allen, 16 November 2014 07:28

Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

3 thoughts on “This Plastic World

  1. Ladies and gentlemen…
    The president of the united states!
    “fella americans…doot, doot, doot…”
    He’s been sick!–doot! doot!
    And I think his wife is gonna bring him
    Some chicken soap
    Plastic people!
    Oh, baby, now you’re such a drag

    I know it’s hard to defend an unpopular policy
    Every once in a while–

    Plastic people!
    Oh, baby, now you’re such a drag

    And there’s this guy from the cia he’s creepin’
    Around laurel canyon
    A fine little girl she waits for me
    She’s as plastic as she can be
    She paints her face with plastic goo
    And wrecks her hair with some shampoo

    Plastic people
    Oh, baby, now you’re such a drag

    “i dunno…sometimes I just get tired
    Of ya honey–it’s…ah..your
    Hair spray…or something…”

    Plastic people
    Oh, baby, now you’re such a drag

    “i hear the sound of marching feet…
    Down sunset boulevard to crescent heights
    …and there…at pandora’s box…
    We are confronted with…a vast
    Quantity of…plastic people…”
    Take a day and walk around
    Watch the nazi’s run your town
    Then go home and check yourself
    You think we’re singing
    ’bout someone else

    But you’re plastic people
    Oh, baby, now
    You’re such a drag

    Me see a neon moon above
    I searched for years I found no love
    I’m sure that love will never be
    A product of plasticity
    A product of plasticity
    Plastic, plastic people–pla-ha-ha-ha
    Ha-plastic–you are–your foot–your hair
    –your nose–your arms–you suck–you love
    –you are–your being is–you’re plastic–blah
    –blah–blah–blah plastic peoples
    -a prune is not a vegetable
    –cabbage is a vegetable; makes it o.k.
    –plastic people–plastic people
    –you dream about…you think about…you eat
    …you are…ooo-hoo-hoo…
    Purple prancing–plastic people-


  2. Hehehe, nice one Ben!


  3. I hope that your days run sunny at your place, profound thinking.


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