Earth Trots

Earth trots Behind the meandering Leashed by their anxieties And we in silence Cannot tell of our perplexities This age Is too politically correct And will not stand Such truths There is no lattitude for correction No urgency To mend fences 'Fore the frivolous forays of destruction The seeming acquisition of intellect Is nothing more than brawn of tongue Defending the flimsy vulnerabilities Of hoisted egos A status quo of exhibitions The panting tongue Exalting empty ambition Tempestuous slobbering It is such a sensitive subject Our fragile self esteem And the earth At dog school.