Poem: Hold the Plastic

I just want food, dude.

I ordered coffee, but I got a cup.
I ordered water, but I got a straw.
Strawberries were on sale, in a plastic box with holes in it.
Yes, I want salsa with my burrito but not the silly mini-plastic bucket and lid.
How can food shopping become a trash spree!

I got it now though
So if I forget to say, “For here.”
Or have a momentary lapse
It’s undeniable
It’s so visible
Finally, so fantastic.
A tattoo on my forehead
“Hold the Plastic!”

I just want food, dude
Hold the plastic

Day 9 of a poem a day for National Poetry Writing Month

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