Thermal count is rising In perpetual writhing The primordial ooze And the sanity they lose Awakened in the morning To more air pollution warnings Still we sleepwalk off to work While our nervous systems jerk Pretending not to notice How history had forebode us With the green house in effect Our environment was wrecked Now I can only laugh As I read our epitaph We end our lives as moles In the dark of dawn patrol
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:24:57 +0000