The clouds are a bowl of appropriated
fucking poisoned oatmeal
on sunken hues
of navy blue
and carbonated so carbonated teal
Sucking us further always further into
a storm of which there is no relent
one of fire and flooding
and broken Earthen bones.
But what does it matter
you gotta live your life right?
Drive your car
suck on the lactating tit
of craven consumerism
and nothing beats a factory farmed steak
You gotta save us
we ain’t gonna do it ourselves.