ing

The sun is burning
Population growing
Poverty pulsing
Rich repeating
Man-beating
One meeting
Fleeting
Ding.

Phone alerts ringing
The chorus is singing
Fear is clawing
Up our throats, feasting
Least of all, dying
The moon is rising
While the Earth is spinning
Heads are pounding
Bosses are hounding
No more housing
Delousing 
Ping.

The microwave meal is ready for eating
Time for feeding
Has your skin been shedding?
How’s the fat shredding?
Oh you’re still driving?
No that’s not quite thriving.
Who’s business have you been minding?
Theirs? You’re kidding.

Careful who you let be king
What keeps you ticking?
Ruthless ruling?
Careful clinging?
Shower singing?

Enjoyed by all that will ever -ing
The long forgotten hanging.

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