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What's with all the ******* on the street?
Everywhere I step I've got garbage on my feet
Where did respect for this planet go?
Are we all here simply to put on a show?
What happened to kindness among man?
Is it all rotting in an old trash can?
Where did all the hope for futures end?
How can all these sad humans pretend?
How many trees are left here on this earth?
Is losing all our oxygen really what it's worth
so we can live in a big, fancy tree
that's been cut down and stripped of its beauty?
When will all the people finally die
so Earth can again smile, and no longer have to cry?
When will our rot woefully stop destroying?
When will my words cease and stop annoying?
In your imagination
(In your imagination)
Ann M Johnson
Dark n Beautiful
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