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Global Warning - Ode To Griff
His name is Griffin. Folks though call him “Griff” He hails from universities of stone Debate with him is as a smoken spliff It leaves one’s mental faculties undone For high o’er land and sea and distant isles The eye of Griff doth wander wide and free All he beholds, his intellect defiles Dreaming disaster from the rings of trees The seas do rise – we’re told – to drown our coasts Though photos of past bays show nary a change Griff terrifies the kids with tales of ghosts That steal the frost from every mountain range Beholding life, he see-eth only death In forms of beauty, veiled catastrophe That morbid gas in every human breath Damns sinners to a lost eternity But that dread gas – O Griff! How see-est thou not Bringeth not death but life, that springeth green The photosynthesis thou hast forgot Is nourished by the thing thou call’st unclean And so adieu, my ode to Griff is done To that sly master of the shifting files Of numbers spelling our Armeggedon And yet behind that mask of doom – he smiles!
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