Outta Hand
I thought I could depend,
On Greenland,
I don’t understand,
How’d things get so outta hand?
Mountain glacier,
Washes ashore,
West Antarctica,
Coming right at ya,
Willing to sacrifice,
Greenland’s ice,
East Antarctica?!?!?!?!
Daaaaa…
Heart attack –
Ahhhhh!
With the rising tide,
There’s no place to hide,
A brackish backlash,
Can’t take it in stride,
The divide… toooo wide.
As Tasmanian’s cancer,
Is Nightmare’s romancer,
A Frankenfish,
Scales the wall,
Escaping from,
Man’s great fall,
Yeah, we’re hot,
As our heatwave,
Sends [...]
The Blind Eye I
It’s getting hard to believe,
That we won’t relieve,
I mean… I’m in disbelief,
That we won’t offer relief.
We can’t claim we’re unaware,
Undoubtedly unfair,
It’s evident,
We don’t care,
Though permanent,
It’s dismissed,
Now, we’ve misssssssed,
The boat,
Our ship came in,
But, left again.
Our chance?
Remote.
A severe circumstance,
Makes my journey,
Difficult,
A fear juggernaut,
That’s our own fault,
Gotta change our stance.
Why can’t I see?
Have I…
Grown blind,
Am I that kind?
An [...]
Don’t Fade Away
Will it take decades to fade,
Is there enough time in a century,
To rewrite all of history?
Will it even take a decade to fade?
Please forgive my curiosity,
Sometimes it gets the best of me.
The intuition of the Inuit,
Well… they seem to have it,
Global warming gasers,
Are worse than terrorists,
Slowly killing the masses,
Because self-fulfillment,
We can’t resist,
Bringing on pain through [...]
How About Myself?
You don’t stink much,
How ’bout me?
We don’t think much –
Unfortunately.
How about myself?
How ’bout me,
Is my offense stealth,
baby Or does it bury?
Do I flow sooooooo…
You’re up to your eyes?
Do I know so,
And, just compromise?
Compromise the principle,
And, claim “’cause I’m simple!”
You don’t stink much,
How ’bout me?
Your hole smells fine,
How ’bout mine?
We don’t think much –
Stupidity
Tirade (On Parade)
We thought we had it made,
’til Mercury,
Threw it into retrograde.
We thought, “Made in the shade,”
’til everybody,
Spazzed n’ went into — TIRADE!
Poking each other in the eye,
Could we move any further awry?
Promoting attacks,
Or, turning our backs,
What do I care… barely?
Poked In The Eye As long as it’s not me,
That has to die,
Until I’m left standing alone,
Maybe [...]
meddleURGEy
I thought I smelt something bad,
In Denmark,
Maybe some Limburger cheese I had,
Left its mark?
I study the urge to meddle,
And, in fact,
It’s a craving,
I’ve been having.
Metallurgy is solid,
Something I can get my arms around,
And, it’s been found,
The science is valid,
But, meddle-URGEy,
Is riddled with variables,
Like brain surgery,
We could be left vegetables.
The art of working meddles,
And, how the [...]