Rebellious Trash

they tell me I'm just rebellious trash.
fluttering by.
never ceasing, no pausing.
can’t make friends,
not even acquaintances.
no way to see the sights,
take in the scenery,
I suppose life is a little lonely as a plastic bag.
a rogue plastic bag.
reaching the ocean.
the final destination.
caught by a seagull, the tide, whatever.
Throw myself in.
the
end.