Weirding

We didn’t mean to do it but it’s done –
we’ve messed our habitat beyond repair.
The planet will survive and too the sun,
but we’re dysfunctioning in poisoned air
upon an orb that’s altering its tilt,
below a north pole losing all its ice,
with most of us too stupid to own guilt,
and everyone objecting to the price.

Do you not understand? The oceans suck
the energy that ice reflected back.
The rate of change increases as we fuck
around, repeating advertising hack.
As if we can’t be taught, the trick we learn
is how to fiddle louder while we burn.

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