Hey guys,
This is one of my most misinterpreted poems. I don’t understand why because I think it’s one of my most straightforward pieces. Plastic lasts a long fucking time and we use a lot of it.
Till next time,
Justin
A Little Bit of Millenia
by Justin Gil
I last forever in the ground in the wounds of the earth and sea I'm a little bit of millennia good luck getting rid of me I'm lemon-scented eco friendly advertised as natural and fresh I'm that little bit of millennia, that piece of plastic flesh.
This poem was first published in I Don’t Belong Here and Neither Do You