The pyramids were made to remind people of a rulerBut now something lasts longer and can fit in a cooler.Plastic is like a shapeshifting ooze.An eternally flexible yet strong fuseThat is slowly burning to our explosive end.Pennies to make,Fortunes to break.Made of the remnants of beforeWith a host of chemicals.All for what, a vessel of soda?We fear poison, but we create it.Send it into our luscious waterwaysAnd bury it in our merry earth.We deny our extinctionBut we kill ourselves.