Ozone no zone
Meerly threads
Scraped across
My balding head
The trees are gone
And it won't be long
Before I'm finally dead

My waters are no longer clean
Oil spills and plastic beads
Asphalt coats my outer face
I'm artificial lit  in space

My air is bad
And I guess I'm glad
I can not smell or taste
With nothing left
I wait for death
By the hell bound
Human race