Beada Beada
I type from behind remote satellite dish
and write to remind that our globe writhes in anguish.
A grin curling pearl, I amuse to embellish
that hurting our world lets loose this bad catfish.
You think seas and trees are of endless avail.
Fewer bees and species see how distressingly frail.
The “plants” you attend now only further assail
the backs of your pants while our worlds resources wail.
You could colonize and go ruin the moon
or see good compromise to slow the spew stream you’ve strewn.
These eyes aren’t that wise, so your demise, I lampoon
because I’ve realized my paradise and we’ll self-vaporize plenty damn soon.
If a monkey managed to kick the earth
then proud of feeling more powerful and able to block birth
he is actually also successful suicide
while the dry earth will soon sprout upon the laws of nature decide.
“Natural or man made, it won’t be denied.
Factual won’t masquerade, still defiance is way wide.
I dare to make rhyme of the time we’re all fried
None will care who, why or where, when how ever many burnt hair n’ hide.”
I bow to you, my Botosom. (Brother on the other side of Mother).
I know you are the earth of the day and I am the moon at night. And we know exactly who the sun is.
Cute image!
Thanx! A clip art interpretation of Namazu, master of tsunamis and pearl bed production. Also our store mascot 43 years. SpLaSh!
Love the image!
Kind thanx! Clip art catfish but, I’ve been infatuated with Namazu, (the store mascot), for 43 years. Pretty interesting myth…