The Last Plastic Straw

Booklet: https://tinyurl.com/4a7p96mh — Tuesday Half past three Ice in glass Morality Red straw Red flag One small tube In a paper bag She sees red She raises hell Three clean shots A story to sell Click Click Click Caption loaded Finger curled One little straw Against the world Eighty thousand eyes awake Eighty thousand mouths to feed Feed them Eighty thousand little flames All they need Feed the flame! Holy fire! Higher! Higher! Never waste A righteous fire Feed the flame! Make it burn! Truth can wait It’s not its turn Zero stars Boycott now Burn the place Don’t ask how Names appear Threats arrive Everyone feels So alive Shame! Shame! Shame! Then the owner Crosses the room. No defence No righteous boom “Cornstarch.” “Compost.” “Frank needs these.” Three quiet words Bring fire to its knees Three quarters here Were turned away This little café Gave them a place to stay Oh No villain No crime Bad story Wrong time Truth arrives Too late to trend No angry hearts To recommend No righteous mob No halo glow Twelve sad likes? Better not know Delete! What truth? Delete! No proof! Delete! Move on! One clean swipe And it’s gone Eighty thousand burning screens Nobody know What anybody means The fire dies The crowd moves on Yesterday’s truth Gone Feed the flame! Feed the flame! Holy Ire! Higher! Higher! Never waste A righteous fire Feed the flame! Feed the flame! Hide the truth Protect the choir If being wrong Won’t get you higher Never waste Never waste A righteous fire Click Gone Another piece of cake