Apocalyptical rhymes
Sailing on my boat,
Cannot help but note,
Riverbed is not so wet,
And boat doesn't float.
Hull is grinding on the rocks,
Moans and groans at the docks,
Swimming in its salty tears,
Fish is crying for some snOcks. [sic]
But instead of needed food,
Fish is getting some old crude.
Fish's fins are weak and feeble,
Birds refuse to peck and nibble,
And starvation rather soon
Delivers them from earthly evil.
Beasts without fowl to eat,
Die an ugly death. That's it.
What about insect spawn?
Their diet is forgone,
That's because most of the fauna
Mostly passed already on.
Gnats, for lack of birds and beasts,
Feast on forest rangers' fists.
Rangers lost it, have gone nuts,
Littering with ciggy butts,
And in spite of forrest fires,
Keep on smoking, crazy nuts.
Smoke is going up sky high,
Kiss your forestry bye bye.
And without shrub and trees,
Oxygen gets thin and flees.
Missing out on that gas
People suffocate. Can't breathe.
People suffocate. Can't breathe.
Birthrate suffers, holy jeez!
I am standing on a deck,
Feeling like a total wreck.
I am standing on a deck,
Feeling like a total wreck.
And I should, I should, I ...
Should sail on my boat,
Cannot help but note,
Riverbed is not so wet,
And boat doesn't float.
Riverbed is not so wet,
And boat doesn't float.
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