The world today
Stopped in mid-spin
Fed up with the shape
That man's put her in
Gone on too long
With his selfishness
Putting a stop to it all
The world thinks is best
From the building up
To the tearing down
The ever persistent
Obnoxious sounds
With no peace at all
In cities or towns
Over hill over dale
In leaps and bounds
From the arguments
That always ensue
The world's had enough
Of me and you
The blue of the streams
Now brown and green
When the world tries to breathe
It comes out a sneeze
Which creates havoc
Throughout the land
From earthquakes to tornadoes
North, South, East, and West
That's why the world today
Stopped in mid-spin
Putting all of this nonsense
To a bitter end
Now all the world does
Is float out in space
Peaceful and relaxing
Without the human race
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
The world today
Stopped in mid-spin
Fed up with the shape
That man's put her in
Gone on too long
With his selfishness
Putting a stop to it all
The world thinks is best
From the building up
To the tearing down
The ever persistent
Obnoxious sounds
With no peace at all
In cities or towns
Over hill over dale
In leaps and bounds
From the arguments
That always ensue
The world's had enough
Of me and you
The blue of the streams
Now brown and green
When the world tries to breathe
It comes out a sneeze
Which creates havoc
Throughout the land
From earthquakes to tornadoes
North, South, East, and West
That's why the world today
Stopped in mid-spin
Putting all of this nonsense
To a bitter end
Now all the world does
Is float out in space
Peaceful and relaxing
Without the human race
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