Sense Sonnet - Acher

P.B.

You can call me P.B. for short.
I am a plastic bag by birth,
And not an eco-friendly sort,
Polluting all around the Earth.
But humans made me what I am,
Multi-tasking till tossed away
By humans who don't give a damn,
No matter what green hype they say.
My forced retirement does forbode
Of causing ill where I reside.
But what might get hurt down the road,
I am just along for the ride.

Why make any apology
For being the bag you made me.