Discriminating Against Plastic

Discriminating against plastic
and the environmental stresses
and the privilege of being regarded with disapproval
while ensuing commercial obligations
are heaping shame and disgrace
upon the indifference
embedded in an inharmoniously harsh mingling
of the abandoned and the discontented
born without self-restraint
will find you engaged in acts of selling merchandise
in unconnected and distinct parts
of ill-humored offensiveness
that has inherited the bias
of flat, circular plates serving antenna for food.

and that's not all,
for you will find the fraudulent hairs of your past
being rudely brushed out of your clothing
and into the grooves of phonographic records,
impairing the playing of your reputation and status,
skipping repeatedly back upon the dirty mothballs of your life,
to the point of being exaggerated by the showy lights above the dance floor!
The horror!

There is one small, teensy-weensy consolation, however-
for soon there will be a collection of your vital parts
that will be distinguished by a buoyant force
favoring civil liberties
and the right to think and act as one chooses.

Your glory will be short lived, however,
as you will become a severe loss when the approximations
of your achievements are lapped up by the seventh sign of the zodiac
and laced with synthetic drugs
sold from machines that will require proof of permission
from the removable eyeballs of passing land mammals
scraped together with patches from the human head,
the benefactors of this new system growing into champions
worthy of imitation at art auctions,
and will be used as the archetype for the scarcity of plastic
that your discrimination left behind.

After being observed and inspected,
your legacy will inherit mud,
and your image will be suspended on public charity
doled out by the most shallow and self-interested of power seekers.

Meanwhile, chemists that will be tracing their ancestral roots
to diseases born by fruit larva
and carried in dirty hands
passed through sympathetic answers
and sewn together in varicolored patches of scientific corrosion
will place a curse on your progeny.

You will see the quadrupeds finally have their revenge
upon the Prime Ministers of your world and their edible nuts
as flocks of beaked mollusks collide with the ground water
and deposit mother-of-pearl
that will carbonize all vegetable matter
swaying among the mosses and the ripening sea pods,
one of which, with dense bristles,
will be used in your name as a Russian ballerina
to entertain farmers and laborers
that dress in green plumage
and speak with fresh water fish.

To add to the sting of the embossed protuberances
that will grow from your bent fibula,
an inflammation of blue flowers
will soon ravage your kingdom
in a wholly unrefined manner,
your wavelike muscular contractions
disappearing in a distinct evolutionary phase,
the sounds and vibrations refusing to allow debate
as they fill sets of data with the most pleasant of fragrances.

At this instance your sentences will stop functioning
and rodents will finish your theatrical works,
having the power to utter tabular arrangements of the elements
from regions within their abdominal cavities
while tap dancing in false teeth and wigs,
and all while being duly sworn under oath
not to divulge where the tapping sounds come from.

The haunting lack of thumbs in your rooms shall be telling,
though it will add zest to the reckless and wasteful decomposed bodies
with the manes of lions and white waxy entrails
exuding spikes characteristic of grasses and sedges
that will forever be associated with your undue prejudice.

In the end I will share a short drive through the deformities with you,
and treat our compulsions to immovable uncertainties
found in under-zealous tugboats unnerved by loose planks on their poops.

That will be all the sympathy you will be allowed to receive,
other than a distant violin playing softly to your doleful dirge
by a random goldfish.