This poem is a playful romp of mixed metaphors surrounding the destruction of our planet through climate change. May Mother Earth and future generations find relief from this onslaught.
Heir Conditioning a Burning Planet
When the empire culls
You out
Upon won of its feigned diamonds
As wore is raging
Adieu declare
You can call me
General strike
Part of a teaming just us
Renouncing every capital offense
Of hour so called choosing
Waiving that proverbial good buy
Swinging fore the fence
At the Super Bowl
Wear it’s awe commercial
A hole in won
At the Indy 500
Racing in circles
Getting know wear fast
Heir conditioning a burning plan it
You are welcome
Too join the hunt
If you are game
