Abso-bloomin-lutely
Abso-bloomin-lutely I'm yours
Till the sky turns a pale shade of brown
When pollution sucks the air from my lungs
Won't feel like being a clown
Abso-bloomin-lutely I'm yours
Till the evergreens curl up and die
When all the rivers are flowing with sludge
No laughter will come from this guy
Abso-bloomin-lutely I'm yours
Till the mountains are no longer pristine
When cities are swimming in filth and debris
And wildlife is no longer seen
Abso-bloomin-lutely I'm yours
Till this life no longer exists
And we all just slowly fade into obscurity
Know what, we won't be missed
!
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2024
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