Without further ado
i offer my literary missives anew
fur ye to ponder and brew
from meister mwm of his motley crue,
whom dwells in a nada very complex edifice
which numb burr oof offspring equals deux
whereby this spouse i.e me kind of resembles an emu
whence money a edified reader considers
dis goy wit sum brain cells 2 few
chomped on by an carnivorous elder gnu
and said two female progeny sired
from one ova plus super seminal glue

swimming swiftly via viscous hue
genetic heritage comprised predominantly Jew
with one late uncle Lou,
who himself wed a milch cow,  she frequently did moo
which found me to rue
what comprises reality to be true
that all humans originated from the primate zoo.

**** Sapiens Sale hums lot
witnessed vicious thermal winds that blew
thick mass of cremated ashes
across rubble strewn,
and severely cratered landscape!

The devil made mince meat
as like one huge lumbering ogre
and grim reaper
rolled up into one
not so jolly green giant did slay
good will to all men,
and spat out pox with an emphatic nay
triumphing over godly salvation
using eponymous accursed pitchfork
made merry and rolled in the hay

simultaneously sneering out in delight
at wanton death and decay
whereby civilization forever mutilated
perforated said spindled
and inappropriately sensually fondled
world wide web structure
where once proud arm strong spikes radiated
now sundered in total chaotic disarray!

Eyes opened, they saw a sore sight. A blight. Skies torn asunder, cities struck by thunder.

The earth literally trying to shake us off.

The seas churn - Thirst for land is what it yearns.

But we've suffocated the Earth
So the Sea is happy to reciprocate.


Our own making but you're tired of that.
Hide behind your God
-Was he made for that?-
Ransom you got will and choice from that,
Steward of the Earth you was made for that.

Tree keeper
Therefore Bee keeper
And wildlife's guardian,
Guardians of decay that's what we've sown -  Her demise,
Reapers of chaos we've earned
Her despise...

The angry drops of rain
Cries on natures pain
A way to voice to the beings with brains
Whose mentality is no less than a clogged drain
The earth soaks as much as it can
But the credit is always given to man
Who pollute and poison this environment
And leave other living beings in torment
The rivers flood, bursting their banks
Water rise from their usual ranks
It's flash flooding at this time of the day
But more to come as the high tide is on its way
Businesses and school operations are at halt
Still we humans don't admit our fault
If we look after our surroundings well, globally
And focus on environmental change locally
We could atleast relief nature from it's pains
For, I hope most of us start using our brains...*


©sim

The world is close to shattering.
Tyrants, Heartless Pychopaths -
Lead the world to volcanic ends.

Where the pressure builds,
Heat rises, Volume increases.
The Chamber cannot take it,
It overflows.

And the fauna gets burnt, Dead,
The flora - Ashes.
& the people consume.

Consume until consumed,
Devoured completely.
And they themselves are
To Blame.

We burn to embers
With the cinders,
Ashes left,
All that's left?

We had sight,
But blind with flase promises.
Blinded by fright,
But remember,
Darkness is blinded in the light.

Paths taken -
Others lost.
When you turn
What's the cost?

I visit this town every year.
Hoping to find something i can admire.
Nothing, nothing's really changed.

The talks
They keep asking me the same old questions
How old are you now? How's school going?

Oh dear,
let's talk about how our sisters suffer at the border.
Let's talk about the issue of segregated gender.
Let's talk about how our brothers live matter.

I'm craving for the talks about; how you and i will change the world?

We born into a world with a purpose
and
to love.
We created products in this world
with the purpose
to be used.
The world is black and twisted now
as humans are used
and our creations are loved