The Tip

The tip, The ravenous tip, Ever more food produced for its lip, After midnight the people creep to pay homage to the tip, Afraid to look into eyes always searching for more land to strip, Even as it spews out more than it can eat to be taken away in a tidal rip, And every time it burps, out comes another poisonous pip, Its feet moving about in the waters beneath causing yet another slip, Oh what a terrible price we pay for feeding this ravenous tip, Cutting down trees to put up signs not to fly tip, Planting crops that never touch a human lip, Borrowing money for presents that go unopened even by the tip, The ravenous tip, That on us has such a tight grip.