Feb 23, 2005 03:46
exploding with wrappers is this country.
Single-serving hassles diss-a-pear ing
And reappear again as we canot see;
But likely omnipresent in the air we breathe.
Its as if it was a surprise to my cellophaned eyes that i cant see my pain.
It deranged, how this trashy game floats from hand to ground to brain.
So my little ground-bound filament-
Is not example of significant monument-
In my significant day's chain of worth.
I think not of the lungs of my youngs' at birth, they have girth!
We'll single-packet simplicity til the end of this earth.
So i say forget ecology
Just redefine my etymology
And ill be blind enough
Toburn my anthologies and send them where we doth
Go-
Up and O-ver our righteous, peaceful flow.
So please exercise your science out and from my reliance
On the perpetual air-to-lung alliance,
air from earth defiance,
Then to a cleanly, trash-less, sta-tus quo.