End of the Spin

The world today Stopped in mid-spin Fed up with the shape That man's put her in Gone on too long With his selfishness Putting a stop to it all The world thinks is best From the building up To the tearing down The ever persistent Obnoxious sounds With no peace at all In cities or towns Over hill over dale In leaps and bounds From the arguments That always ensue The world's had enough Of me and you The blue of the streams Now brown and green When the world tries to breathe It comes out a sneeze Which creates havoc Throughout the land From earthquakes to tornadoes North, South, East, and West That's why the world today Stopped in mid-spin Putting all of this nonsense To a bitter end Now all the world does Is float out in space Peaceful and relaxing Without the human race