"Do you believe in global warming?" they asked me as though it was something you could choose to believe in like santa sitting on the melting polar ice caps
wondering how else he could tickle our fancies for our momentary pleasure one sizzling christmas eve
“but”, they said, “but its all circumstantial, And”, they said,"all natural, All part of a cycle, all part of a plan- And there’s no evidence anyways" Is santa melting? Do ice caps exist? Who knows!
Who knows?
this is a rather strange poetry slam, but i feel like it's important because theres no snow in Toronto and its February...