POEM: Re fooling

As climate chaos ravages our one and only home, many are still mostly worried about gas prices and refueling…

Re fooling

Gaming on
Saving the planet was
Up to US
And he was speeding down
The high way
Rushing to get off
The broad way
Exit 666
To get too
His hows
He had
Already bought it
Consumed with his own
Life
He was deathly a ware
That he was
Lo, on gas running
Road raging fumes
Naturally, when the law pulled
Him over
He was beside himself
Aping some sign language
Muttering out of breath
Still resenting
Any mother stopping him
A little hot under the collar
Copping a lame plea
I saw you like flying buy
As plane as day
Due you no what fast is?
What might
Be tolled
Making everything
Fine
I was fueling despondent
I had to get
Wear id be home free
Just
Like everyone ails
Yielding a posit
Some vane tempt to feel safe
And secure
Hoping against hope
Fore a bit of credit
Accept we awe no
Hows it goest
Means
Ends
Busyness as usual
Know such luck
Re: fooling ourselves

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