The making

It's not just ordinary plastics
But bottles for babies milk
glue to their lips
Tongues young and red
Brains smart and sharp
Body booty and chubby
They are young ones
bath with flesh blood

They grew from their milk teeth
With their little feet
Crawled to the giant tables
Where big people feed
There found a way
To make a change
With their balmy bodies
Possessed by change
the body stumble, stimulates
The weather reason
In high hopes
In high esteem
The making of dreams.