the so long π and short of this poem
so
we are on the ledge
the fire is at our back
drought and floods
overpopulated with disease
global heating over eating
new clear war
is on our screens
false news we believe
it is we know
the end of the beginning
of the end
fires are all the rage
so annoying our plans
for a holiday fall away
from all this we deduce
that the growth of produce
has stalled
the engine of overproduction
has run out of oil
and has seized up
the moment
a short poem
is left
where no one is
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