3:18pm and a pleasant drizzle to fill those pauses
between dramatic rolling thunder - needless to say
we’re without power again, but we’d been warned -
as if it is the same as saying - get used to it, this is
a portent - learn to live with environmental change
Okay, I’m ready, been this way for ages, I listened
to my heart years ago; but deniers are busy trying
to make money out of precepts that they can wind
back the effects; hey, they don’t happen every day
do they, its merely sequels of very perverse belief
Good grief - what do you need to feel comfortably
rich enough to face truth of your avarice; a stereo
view of the future, where only your legs find solid
ground - and if you did it’d be proof to exploit that
you’re appointed the new saviour to fiscal truth
We’re all at the mercy of much bigger schemes; I
ken you’re full of shit agreeing with the cabal who
only want it seen their way, a profit always makes
sense while the suffering’s spread evenly; it’s the
way change has always been practically - isn’t it
© 11 December 2014, I. D. Carswell
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