all stolen vehicles must be
parked in
unmarked caves many
yards away from any
kids playing with
match box gaso-
line wankers
I wander and ponder
And couldn't be fonder
Of things I've seen yonder
Driving in my Honder.
The quiet of the night, is God’s whisper
Its darkness is our soul’s mirror
There is a renewed intimacy with the earth
As the world rests with peaceful breathes
Insects are hissing and the wind whistling
As nature is quiet to hear us breathing
The dogs are howling, the insects are chirping
The cocks are crowing, as the day is lurking
Then suddenly the night stops whispering
The cocks crow more desperately
Flashing and vibrations, as alarms buzz
I hear the world, I hear the cars
Their screeching tires and screaming sirens
Rumbling heavy automobiles and trains
Rebooted engines at smoking factories
Pacey footsteps heading to their stores
Burning and grinding nature to bareness
Ringtones and beeps, continuously calling us
With all of these sounds we lose awareness
Of the land, water and air, holding us
The sound of the world is nature’s cry
When humans wake up, nature dies
Gas fill ups one day will be a thing of the past
Must change with the times, coz nothing lasts
Times constantly change
Don't ever stay the same
My dad would've had trouble, these changes to grasp
Human
contrived playthings
that transports fat asses
places we would never, ever
walk to.
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