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Superhero's Do Not Use Plastic Bags.

by Penguin

Plastic bags are my super villain and no I am not Aqua Man I am Michael a normal male civilian of some young-adult age, whom is still willing to inconvenience himself. Not so old, where holding multiple objects sounds like an obstacle too acrobatic for the limbs to handle. One can too many knock's off the balance of the elderly and cast them off the trapeze of a sidewalk into a net of asphalt, where being caught is a broken hip. No that is not me, although it does remind me of my grandma, because to her plastic bags are her life-savers. It is a struggle to convince my grandma that I am a great trapezist so we can leave these bags to their solitude and finally defeat this enemy. Although with plastic bags it is never so easy they have plenty of goons who are willing to do the dirty work forcing themselves upon us at any opportunity, even those that don't make any sense, even for my grandma. I Went to Best Buy and bought a brand new movie,"Unfriended" and I got it for my grandma to watch, since she's a bit technophobic. This movie will haunt her; for ghosts kill people through the internet. What will haunt me is Destiny, the worker, handing me a plastic bag: with a 13-ounce, smaller than a piece of paper Blu-Ray inside ...without even asking if I wanted a plastic bag.
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32 / American
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Written by
Penguin
32 / American
Published
Sep 30, 2015
Time
2m
Notes

This poem I wrote because of my struggle to not use plastic bags and how silly my family thinks I am for attempting to do so, especially when I am coming home from Winco or Walmart or Target or the gas station or some fast food place.

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#life#hero#bags#grandma#superhero#plastic#super#grocieries
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