ODE TO A ZIPLOCK PLASTIC BAGGY.

O, the shiny plastic of your safe encasement is like a beacon of hope betwixt myself and my food not ready to be eaten but saved for later better times The zipper opens forth for me now as it did once before Opens with a resounding snap that says to me "Ahh, I'm ready!" I reach in with anxious hands and pull out my savory treat which somehow tastes better having been in your caring clutches O, Ziplock Plastic Baggy if you or I or we should ever be severed the world will be a much less convenient place and my food shall be naked against the changing temperatures of life poetry.