Plastic Jellyfish

They bounce in the water.

They are graceful and light.

Like stars in the sky they float,

They are majestic and bright.

They used to taste the same

But now some taste different.

I don't know what changed.

I glide through the ocean hoping to find what they used to be.

But now they make me sick.

The difference, I can't see.

I swim through an ocean full of new fish.

They are rotten.

They don't taste like they used to.

They aren't delish.

I miss what they used to be 

The clear ocean I used to see.