The world? Fuck the World
These politicians talk about these carbon emissions-
and the transitions that may occur from these fucked-
up conditions, like giving us aquisitions on weather conditions...
Its deteriorating; and we should refrain from using gasses;
insane, as we can't maintain so we remain; stubborn -
and complain so 'fuck the world' and 'screw your campaign'.
Why can't we live happy will we see it? No we won't...
and do i care? I don't and i know deep inside you won't.
If it fails, it fails then death will prevail with some pretty-
gruesome details, i'd have thought but when you look-
at it on that scale, I'll be long buried amongst grime and snails.
Daughters crying, dying from streched lungs and burnt throats,
smoke chokes in the air, so don't hold tongues, this is no hoax-
Oh no, demise is evident in dark skies, stars relax back as they
fade to black, we're all slaves to decaying maps:
"Read all about it!" or maybe you'd rather your grandchildren suffer,
and be strapped with gas, laughing at the good old days,
back when we didn't have to wear masks! We're trapped,
by our own device... stuck in a vice, held tight with ignorance at a price,
so open eyes to melting ice, before we all die in pollution paradise
Ozone puncture? Nah, just an anomalous image with dust specks
Must I respect this smug “stress” and false scientific tests
ignorant parent too busy cleaning up an invisible mess
when the visible is best and the air is fine for the rest
I don’t need ministers shouting about rubbish in the streets
Propaganda minstrels claiming facts as fiction is released
On the maps via TV, the people believe what they see
And it’s easy as faith is blind and the dumb men lead
I’ll spray lynx on green leaves- man I don’t give a fuck
Day stinks in these mean streets- can I kiss these drugs
throw the cigarette butt for kids to find and love
slice the packaging, dice the paper & tip the bin just enough
but...
there is that steady stream of men without dreams -
defending with pickett signs made by downed trees,
but I've found these... are actually hypocritic bastards...
I'm well aware that my money is acidic plastered,
I know you've witnessed factors that could kill...
would kill... or have already destroyed the ill -
but your noise could still drive away viewers,
it's my product, but your usage of it couldn't save fewer...
I dream of a day I skewer, maim, and slay the nuisance...
I'm the salesman... and they? the pollutants.
.Messiah, Poeta, Baron then Cry.