Vermillion

Vermillion 

The global warming worm has turned,

fed by wet, annealed by dry, it is

of monstrous size; it will devour us,

and I will tell you why.

We think we rule and deserve to be

forever rulers; never shy

to claim ownership of we are / will be 

forever wedded to we need;

for however could we be

who we are. Cannot you see

how silly billy it is to suggest the car,

or the modern life, belie that we

need we, we need we. Need we die?

Oh yes, we die; for the worm has turned

and the insecticide is turned on us.

So dig your grave my friend 

and no more fuss. 

The fuse is lit.