Encased in plastic tube,
Displaced from your home, now a world away,
Where you grew your first pube,
But you never stopped living, 'cause you can't,
No one can 'til they die,
But you have been processed, shipped, shelved and tagged,
Now you lay waiting until death comes by,
Or perhaps I will decide to save you,
You cost little money,
I'll take you home to a terrarium,
White flowers and long leaves,
P'haps you'll undress,
Dark dress melt in the sun,
Soil 'neath, that you may return to the earth,
Would that be a better termination?
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