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 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