Perhaps inside the summer heat, lies a greater source, while the morning dew, ruins leather on your shoe. You crush the Earth with your beer cans, and scatter napkins o'er the land, But never do you stop to see, the beauty of a summer's day, a gift to us, with her sweet rays.. Who fuckin' cares? that's what you say.. with chicken nuggets on your tray, whose remnants on the ground remain, to further ruin Earth's terrain! Perhaps the smog inside your brain will leak and form an ocean train surrounding you and all your bore, and your apathetic kind of lore. So children breathe the toxic air! And litter on the streets so bare! It's alright to throw our cans.. with the trash..who fuckin' cares? So skip the trashcan in the night.. after all it does take time.. to walk to the nearest trash receptacle, and time is precious, am I right? Who fuckin' cares? That's what they'll say! Listen if you will, but calmly pray, that our green Earth does not decay, before you reach a ripe old age!
Reason for writing:
Environment..I admit that I am sometimes cruel to it myself,
but it is something we should all work on..taking care of
the Earth.
Birth sign: Aries
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