Truly terrible poetry, I Want song style

[cluudle]

 But I did defeat a tiny slime in Cal's writing game, so there's that. 

I waaaaaaant

The world to listen to me

When I tell them that we should care

That the world is running out of water

And also catching on fire

but to be fair to them

We aren't explaining it well

So sucks to be me I guess

I'm just going to sit at home and cry

But actually!

I won't just sit at home and cry

I will go out, sword in hand

(And kill tiny slimes in this writing game)

I will truly fight the fight

And win the win

Or at least fight with the idea of winning

Because the alternative is everyone realizing we're running out of resources and murdering each other over them

Have you met humanity

It's basically one long Hamlet play

We're on a mild murder intermission at the moment

But we've been spending it coming up with newer and more creative ways to murder each other

So when we start up again we're really screwed this time

In conclusion

I want someone to solve the world water crisis

And I guess it has to be me

Because adults can't find their asses with both hands

And I guess I'm an adult now