Clink Clink! (Original Poetry)

(Brief introduction: Far in the future, a sole plastic straw occupies a display case at a museum. It is the last straw, the only plastic one that remains after the people have successfully stopped manufacturing and using them. The straw remembers the good old days but rues how the man claimed that the straws were bad whereas the actual fact was that the problem was caused by the man himself, who didn't dispose of the straws properly.) 

Clink Clink! 

There was a time when my kind ruled the world, 

We were everywhere, in both straight and curled. 

When the eco-friend arrived, our dominion unfurled. 

Mountains of allegations began to rain down on us, 

On to our backs the shrewd man shifted his onus. 

He lauded his 'eco-consciousness' with a huge bonus. 

When in public, he denounced us completely in a manner so vehement, 

But when they brought up his private trashcan, he said, "No comment". 

When the media besmirched him, he began to trash talk every filament

Of my kind, he bellowed out his disapproval and yet again blamed my folks. 

He shared his belief in a controversy with grand delusions, called it all a hoax, 

A way to get him to leave his position, to pave the path for the other blokes. 

However the man forgets one thing:

We are not the root of his suffering, 

He causes it with every casual fling

Of one of us each time he has a drink, clink clink!