Millennial Regrets

I used a plastic straw

At one point in my life

Which means I’ll never have a job,

A home, a car, a wife.

I’ll die reviled and alone

And someone will steal my kidney.

I only hope enough turtles live

To guide Marlin to Nemo in Sydney.

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