Dear Plastic

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Nylon
TeryleneMade of atoms by tender fingers
And determined heads
Of inventors tickling
PerfectionPlastic
RayonI was born aeon's ago
Before anything human was known
My friends the alchemistsTold me everything was natural
And always will be that way
And possible to make gold from dirtPlastic
NylonDear plastic be proud
Don't imitate anything
You're pure, pure, purePlastic
NylonI believed I was their dustbin for knowledge
Took everything and digested
Of course I became big, bigger and very, very strongToday I'm old and withering away
My friends the alchemists
Long disappeared into dustI no longer get anything fruity
No longer gold made from dirt
The only thing I get is space food on a tray[Foreign Content]Plastic
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