Story of Plastic the Bag

You left me in the road
Am I not good enough for you
I do not go here
I guess you think I do
The wind will take me far
Farther than you think
Bet I could go 100 miles
Come ending of this week
Crossing many highways
Refusing to flatten as I go
Seeing many byways
That you will never know
My journey will come to an end
As I enter Myrtle
Going for a salty swim
And eaten by a sea turtle

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