Cigarette
The earth is a cigarette,
The human race the lighter.
Is there a way to save it,
With millennials as the fighters?
The grim reaper draws a puff,
And the withdrawing end is acid rain,
Deforestation, over fishing, air pollution,
And other deadly stuff.
Global warming and thin ozone layers,
Are symbolic of the flame...
That's depleting out natural resources,
And melting polar caps all the same.
Genetic engineering and playing God,
Is drawing us toward the butt.
With lungs in soil erosion and degradation,
Over population and other negative things we've trod.
Let's be serious and stop the joking,
To save the Earth, we must quit smoking!
Saturday, November 27, 2021
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021
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