Duck Bouquet: The Choice is Ours
Fantastic Plastic
“Farewell to the broom made of heath and grass
Duck Bouquet: Our Choice
Farewell to the glass and the basket
Folks of today are more enthusiastic by far
For anything that’s made out of plastic”*
Yes, I’m the plastic newcomer
tactically spawned from petroleum
I’m a fantastic immortal oil child
bearing emblems
of ancient polypodium, wild plankton
and pond scum
I’m a millions-year-old modified baby
freshly launched and propelled unsafely
my staying power
grows by the hour
I’ll never decay or go away
I am your essential disposable medical device
your billions of water bottles on ice
your single-use fork, knife, dish
I am your major ocean polluter and killer of fish
I hear you sing my praises line for line
“Rubber Duckie, you’re so fine
And I’m lucky that you’re mine
…I’m awfully fond of you
Rubber duckie you’re my very best friend it’s true” **
Yes, I am plastic and though I have been called “cheap”
my price is quite steep
Since this dystopian utopia of
staggering rubbish is here to stay
my bill is due today
How would you like to pay?
Cash, check or plastic?
*The Life of the Rover by the Irish Rovers (paraphrased)
**Sesame Street song, Universal Music Publishing Group