Some Days I Rhyme
Some days take on the most tedious shape.
The simplest emotions can’t find an escape.
Some days fear and anxiety want to be my best friend.
Routines fail, so I distract myself with a dull errand.
Some days I let whimsy take control;
Even on autopilot, the head must stay sane and whole.
Some days I don’t think about the fire in Greece or the hole in Ozone;
You see, some things can’t be fixed with all the money and the biggest, fattest loan.
Some day, I hope we find a solution to the pollution;
Before it’s too late for mankind to beg for absolution.
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Today all I can do is scribble between neat little lines;
While the future of the world hangs by the skin of greedy canines.
It’s not the lack of knowledge, awareness or limited perception;
The crime of convenience prevents us from taking a step in the right direction.
