The tittle pretty much encompasses it.
boring, short and overdone,
It's used by us all like sugary glaze.
Smooth it all over the stale bun.
The world we made is fake, like plaster,
Chipping off, and degrading ever faster.
You can't taste the earth, you can't smell the air,
You can't see the stars, its a wonder we care.
The truth doesn't give, what you like or don't,
It doesn't cater to our wills, shan'ts and won'ts.
Its doesn't do anything, except be ignored,
By the wealthy, the sloppy, the fat, rich and bored.
The answer to global warming is to issue guns,
Which we will use to kill everyone,
Then the cute fluffy animal torture will cease,
Wouldn't you like that green peace?
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