Money Bags
I am not a plastic bag.
You will not suffocate
if you stick me quickly on your head.
See: you look just great.
I am not a plastic bag.
I won't rip apart
if you fill me up with piles from miles
of aisles. I'm style; I'm art.
I am not a plastic bag.
Your shopping will look spry
when held inside my special clutch
and held against your denim crutch
and lusted after for a touch
by every passer-by.
I am not a plastic bag.
I have designs instead:
the planet will whip round in space
with grace, once you have read
I am not a plastic bag.
I'm cool, and do not knock it.
I can recycle, double-quick,
the pounds inside your pocket.
I am not a plastic bag.
I show that you have taste,
and that you are not well-disposed
to litter or to waste.
I am not a plastic bag.
I'm fairer than fair trade:
If you drop shopping into me
You're joining a crusade.
I am not a plastic bag.
I'm from a better area.
I have a cure for leprosy
for rickets and malaria,
for war, for famine, vicious law
which flies the Terror's flag.
Parade me. See who made me. I
am not a plastic bag.
