solitary bag

Solitary Bag

Down below where the plastic lives

Out of sight and out of mind

Seven miles down down down

On the sea bed in the Marianas Trench

A special type of plastic bag

That likes to hide from us humans

Tho we invented it a while ago

The plastic bag is fine here

Floating in the current

Where no light ever reaches

And the pressures will crush you

If the cold doesn't kill you first

In this dark world devoid of us

With a plastic bag relaxing there

Quite happy to be here

Not being thrown away or recycled

King of the block or the Trench

This bag is the boss here

With no rival to threaten his realm

The Marianas Trench which it owns

You need to ask the plastic bag

Permission to visit here

Or it'll take offence

And think you want to remove it

To clean up the environment

The only rubbish at the deepest spot

That our planet possesses

Ruled by a solitary carrier bag...