Sorry, but don't say I didn't warn you, but I say it how I see it, wrong or not.
Panic Buying
This is depressing prose,
As only the lord knows,
And so I recommend that you don't read it.
For your inevitable,
Conclusion is it's bull,
The only other option is it's -----!
Well my thoughts are often strange,
And frequently do change,
About this globe and all that happens in it.
And conclusions that are made,
Can make me quite afraid,
Because we're in big trouble I admit it.
The most egregious things,
That to our TV brings,
Entertainment made of people's death.
The news it does declare,
It's truly bad out there,
And makes me thirst for waters of the Lethe.
But ignorance no answer,
Even for a chancer,
And so I can't resist that awful pull.
Of learning what is next,
In my view through x-ray specs,
As I listen to the latest bunch of bull.
We've screwed our selves quite royally,
And behaved disloyally,
To our brothers, and our sisters more.
If we don't turn upside down,
And rescue every town,
Well soon be begging Musk's from on the floor!
"Please let me in your bunker",
"Down deep to where you hunker",
Awaiting for the end of mass destruction.
But that's no answer too,
The world has turned to poo,
And time's fast running out is my deduction.
It's a really rotten mess,
I find I must confess,
And in the end it's us who let it happen.
We turn our eye's a blind,
To saving human kind,
More bothered about idiot's a rappin'.
We can't turn back the clock,
We're gunna take a knock,
But still we won't face up to this disaster.
Instead we double down,
With hardly much a frown,
And just for fun we're going ever faster.
Toward that looming wall,
Past which get's bugger all,
And at that point we reach a finite end.
'Cos basing all our need,
On ever expanding greed,
Has taken us past all ecology.
A species that's unstable,
Is very rarely able,
To avoid it's eschatology.
Extinction is just natural,
In fact it's wholly factual,
Just as death is vital for our birth.
It's the way our biosphere,
Will aim to engineer,
The continuance of other life on Earth.
It can no more support us,
The time is getting short as,
We race toward the human races end.
I fear there's little doing,
Because there's trouble brewin',
Enjoy whatever's left my dearest friend.
Panic Buying
This is depressing prose,
As only the lord knows,
And so I recommend that you don't read it.
For your inevitable,
Conclusion is it's bull,
The only other option is it's -----!
Well my thoughts are often strange,
And frequently do change,
About this globe and all that happens in it.
And conclusions that are made,
Can make me quite afraid,
Because we're in big trouble I admit it.
The most egregious things,
That to our TV brings,
Entertainment made of people's death.
The news it does declare,
It's truly bad out there,
And makes me thirst for waters of the Lethe.
But ignorance no answer,
Even for a chancer,
And so I can't resist that awful pull.
Of learning what is next,
In my view through x-ray specs,
As I listen to the latest bunch of bull.
We've screwed our selves quite royally,
And behaved disloyally,
To our brothers, and our sisters more.
If we don't turn upside down,
And rescue every town,
Well soon be begging Musk's from on the floor!
"Please let me in your bunker",
"Down deep to where you hunker",
Awaiting for the end of mass destruction.
But that's no answer too,
The world has turned to poo,
And time's fast running out is my deduction.
It's a really rotten mess,
I find I must confess,
And in the end it's us who let it happen.
We turn our eye's a blind,
To saving human kind,
More bothered about idiot's a rappin'.
We can't turn back the clock,
We're gunna take a knock,
But still we won't face up to this disaster.
Instead we double down,
With hardly much a frown,
And just for fun we're going ever faster.
Toward that looming wall,
Past which get's bugger all,
And at that point we reach a finite end.
'Cos basing all our need,
On ever expanding greed,
Has taken us past all ecology.
A species that's unstable,
Is very rarely able,
To avoid it's eschatology.
Extinction is just natural,
In fact it's wholly factual,
Just as death is vital for our birth.
It's the way our biosphere,
Will aim to engineer,
The continuance of other life on Earth.
It can no more support us,
The time is getting short as,
We race toward the human races end.
I fear there's little doing,
Because there's trouble brewin',
Enjoy whatever's left my dearest friend.
