Asteroids out to destroy us and
employers wanting to employ us
is there no end to these catastrophes?

'Give me a home where the Buffalo roam'
and I promise that I'll learn to make glue,
and isn't that what we do,
break things and try to put them together
with glue?

Elsa, ( the lion)
always trying
but you can't fool me
she
never was born free,
and it won't take too long
before all the wildlife has gone,

things die,
look at Ngorongoro
a crater today and
a crater tomorrow,
but once
it was wild and
probably the biggest ever volcano.

Now there's nowhere to go
but to the end
where we're all going.

can i tell you a secret?
some days, when the sky is its darkest hue
and the clouds are a light gray-blue
i write poetry.
it's all about you.

the sky blushed black,
freckled stars dotting her inky cheeks.

the words died before they could leave my lips
but their corpses dance on my tongue

She twirls in a lovely floral dress
with a ponytail and a striking smile
as mister sun kisses her cheeks.