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Thrown in the garbage Without a second thought Years down the road Found washed ashore on a small island Among thousands, millions of other pieces of garbage Poisoning and killing the native birds Who have lived there their whole lives Relying on the fish in the water The bugs on the land But without great sight They can’t tell a lid from a squid A wrapper from a fish The trash ends up in their stomach It doesn't go away They can’t and won’t be able to get it out of their systems Staying until the bird dies Millions of dead birds All around the island Never moved, never touched Dying and decaying Their bodies turning to dirt But not the plastic that was in them It takes hundreds, sometimes thousands of years For those pieces to finally break down The few things that do decompose As they’re floating in the ocean Are still out there Turning into microscopic spheres of plastic Collecting toxins and infecting fish Other plastic spheres making their way to land Mixing in with the sand Eventually instead of rocks The sand will be made of plastic And that will be considered normal Standard A prediction for 2030 Based off scientist’s studies There will be more plastic in the ocean Than there will be fish The fish that  we eat And what’s going to happen to us? Is the plastic going to **** us too? All of these things Just adding up Like a big cycle We throw it away We **** the animals Pollute the waters And in turn Our garbage will **** us
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
Plastic Sand
Thrown in the garbage Without a second thought Years down the road Found washed ashore on a small island Among thousands, millions of other pieces of garbage Poisoning and killing the native birds Who have lived there their whole lives Relying on the fish in the water The bugs on the land But without great sight They can’t tell a lid from a squid A wrapper from a fish The trash ends up in their stomach It doesn't go away They can’t and won’t be able to get it out of their systems Staying until the bird dies Millions of dead birds All around the island Never moved, never touched Dying and decaying Their bodies turning to dirt But not the plastic that was in them It takes hundreds, sometimes thousands of years For those pieces to finally break down The few things that do decompose As they’re floating in the ocean Are still out there Turning into microscopic spheres of plastic Collecting toxins and infecting fish Other plastic spheres making their way to land Mixing in with the sand Eventually instead of rocks The sand will be made of plastic And that will be considered normal Standard A prediction for 2030 Based off scientist’s studies There will be more plastic in the ocean Than there will be fish The fish that  we eat And what’s going to happen to us? Is the plastic going to **** us too? All of these things Just adding up Like a big cycle We throw it away We **** the animals Pollute the waters And in turn Our garbage will **** us
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birddonuts
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
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