Dear Plastic

Björk Plastic Nylon Terylene Made of atoms By tender fingers And determined heads Of inventors Tickling Perfection Plastic Rayon Einar I was born aeons ago Before anything human was known My friends the alchemists Told me everything was natural And always will be that way And possible to make gold from dirt Björk Plastic Nylon Dear plastic Be proud Don't imitate anything You're pure, pure, pure Plastic Nylon Einar I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge Took everything and digested Of course I became big Big and really really strong Today I'm old and withering away My friends the alchemists Long disappeared into dust I no longer get anything fruity No longer gold made from dirt The only thing I get is spacefood on a tray Björk Whoa! Plastic, plastic, plastic ...