Pasticator

• Keyla Dervish, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

Beginning in the factory,
A concoction of chemicals,
All bound together,
In a liquid brew.

Selling in the shops,
Disguised as helpful tools,
Exchanged for money,
The Plasticator steals.

Colonising in the house,
Found in every corner,
Treated like royalty,
Plasticator has moved in to stay.

No use anymore,
He’s discarded as trash,
But doesn’t fade away.

What happens next is purely up to us,
back to the factory, or into the bin
The future depends on us,
Will Plasticator smother our future?