Throw a fistful of glitter in the air

wait, don’t, THE PLASTICS. I swear

everything will be ruined by this affair

 

The micros work their way in

even with my reusable straw and

all consumption a mortal sin

it’s hard not to despair

 

Don’t be the noun, do the verb

pretending this is a pattern i can curb

would simply leave me disturbed

I’ll do more when I can because I care

 

the standards i hold myself to

higher than i hold anyone else in my purview

now THAT’s not sustainable, start anew

throw a fistful of glitter in the air