Don’t Cry Over Paper Straws

Paper straws aren’t great

But they are not worth getting upset about

Thick milk shakes

Thin paper straws

Fall apart in my mouth

Yet not the good fall off the bone

Pulled pork from a BBQ type

Dissolved from my parched lips

Quenched thirst kind of vibes

Save the wildlife

And the turtles

Mother nature’s winds being verbal

Telling you to just think

About the hurdles

She has to face

That’s the last time I’ll complain about

Drinking from paper

And I’ll save a metal straw for later

Now this isn’t a preach about the environment

You’ll know that

If you are patient

This poem is about finding yourself

It’s a reminder to practice self-love

Because why should you look to someone else

For encouragement