what a wonderful world...

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.