• Caught,
    Blowed,
    Pulled,
    Pushed.

    Thrown,
    Swept,
    And buried.
    The life of a ghost net is not that great.
    People don't like me for i am not helpful.

    Blown from garbage,
    Swept out to sea,
    Eaten by animals,
    Stuck around throats.

    So people pick me up from the depths of the blue,
    Just as others on the beach who could not leave me there.
    Now I’m in the garbage theading for the dump,
    Were my friends and i will be there tell the end of the sun.