There’s peppermint mocha on the shelves,
but it just now feels like pumpkin spice.
Auburn leaves doing away with green–
slow but subtle, yet still not complete.
So throw your trash in the grass,
it never hurt anything, right?
Let these companies do as they please;
industrialization means more money,
and profit’s what makes this world green.
Who needs fresh air?
There’s premium canisters at the store.
Cut down some more trees,
create more jobs to buy more.
They say money doesn’t buy happiness,
and then ruin our planet.
But it’s the poverty line
that takes everything for granted.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
There’s peppermint mocha on the shelves,
but it just now feels like pumpkin spice.
Auburn leaves doing away with green–
slow but subtle, yet still not complete.
So throw your trash in the grass,
it never hurt anything, right?
Let these companies do as they please;
industrialization means more money,
and profit’s what makes this world green.
Who needs fresh air?
There’s premium canisters at the store.
Cut down some more trees,
create more jobs to buy more.
They say money doesn’t buy happiness,
and then ruin our planet.
But it’s the poverty line
that takes everything for granted.
The leaves change later every year,
The system just gets more aggressive.
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