Plastic People

The epidemic of plastic people is spreading. Let's stop it!

People-watching is a pastime of mine,
But it certainly isn't one that I did choose.
You see, I'm homeless, part of a rising statistic.
Don't believe me? Simply check the news.

But I'm not here to tell you my story.
I know something critical that people must understand.:
Our country is experiencing an infestation, a plague,
An epidemic of plastic people spreading across our great land.

"What is a plastic person?" you may ask;
I'm glad that you did. We all breathe the same air,
But, then the plastic people turn up their noses
At the problems of the world; they really don't care!

Plastic people are utterly focused on themselves
And others' perceptions; that's all they think about.
They could have friends, and they could have lives,
But they sacrificed it all for prestige, dollar, and amount.

All the plastic people have the same problem:
It's this little thing called insatiable greed.
These people are still craving, yearning for, more
Even though they have everything they need.

I truly weep for these people, not for what
They're doing to the world, but to themselves!
I can't imagine returning to an empty home every day
And having the best parts of me be trophies on shelves.

I sit here on the street every day, passed by hordes of
Plastic people, and I have nothing but the clothes on my back.
I'm the one who's supposed to have nothing have absolutely nothing,
But they fall apart at night because of what they lack.

This is something that I've been seeing for a while,
So I am proposing with just a scrap of paper and a pen
That we all try to turn around this epidemic of plasticity
That we all band together and make things right again.

Author's Note

Part 1. I should write a part 2 soon.

Reviews

[W R Stowe]

I wrote one called "Putting on the Ritz" which is similar to this and "Homeless Vet" and how our Viet Nam vets were treated as well nice story line also see "Pairs" seems things are paired together