Thursday 18 April 2019

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. 

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