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A poem of indifference
What does it matter to me?
If plastic clogs the roaring seas.
All I want is convenience,
A life of ease.
Do you think I give a damn?
If they poison our wells.
And chainsaw scalpels,
Erases nature's tender hand.
I'm busy!
To busy silver plating my existence,
To worry about fallen trees
And dust bowl graveyards .
Where man's innocence comes to die.
Oh I will shed crocodile tears,
And reassure you everything will be fine.
It's good for business even better for the bottom line..
If plastic clogs the roaring seas.
All I want is convenience,
A life of ease.
Do you think I give a damn?
If they poison our wells.
And chainsaw scalpels,
Erases nature's tender hand.
I'm busy!
To busy silver plating my existence,
To worry about fallen trees
And dust bowl graveyards .
Where man's innocence comes to die.
Oh I will shed crocodile tears,
And reassure you everything will be fine.
It's good for business even better for the bottom line..
Published 15th Mar 2015
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15th Mar 2015 6:24am
17th Mar 2015 9:57am
I think the first line is a question we all need to ask ourselves. This is a very unique and well-done piece. Good job.
17th Mar 2015 4:17pm
An excellent sarcastic kick in the nuts of a poem, well written, the kind of poem I wish I had written :-)
