Plastic bag

I pulled out a “Prisma” package from a bag for bags (stored, as usual, under the kitchen sink) - and it disintegrated like ashes in my hands. Of course, I cleaned there a long time ago, but not a hundred years ago (or how long does it take for plastic to decompose?). Scared: rats? But then I realized: capitalist devilry, frightened by the new dawn, leaves Russia with its entire retinue, and then, as if enchanted, its poisonous gifts disappear: packages crumble, shoe boxes rot, bags lose their bottoms, ball gowns turn black, pajamas with dragons become covered with yellow spots, formal business suits simply disappear, hats lose their shape, currency melts. Glory to the rooster!