trees of red engulfed by spirited flames
snap, crack, and turn to dust under the heat
looking up to the sky the clouds are no longer
visible, covered by Lucifer's smoke
but hey, at least now there's space for those condos.
the richest cream always rises to the top
watching those stuck at the bottom
from luxury hi-rise apartments and mega-mansions
that lie on ever sprawling estates
but at least there's an abundance of inspiration
for the homogenized milk that believes
it too, one day will rise.
each year the planet grows warmer and warmer
its perspiration overfills the oceans, overflowing
onto nearby swingsets and flooding outlet malls
pollution, erasing habitats, excess waste - the plights of Man
cause Earth's tears in varying forms of intense precipitation,
but now it always feels like summer.
the citizens, although doomed,
they happily await despair
finding solace in the latest gadgets
and metal straws.
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