Spastic Community

by Sam M. Phillips

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Hear the storm,

Watch the clouds form,

Sense the worm turn,

Let the sugarcane burn,

Ash falls like rain,

Trash I disdain

Fills up the drain.

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Train of thought

Caught on the outside,

Works its way inside,

I run away to hide,

Want to play and chide

Myself for my immaturity.

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The enormity of the city,

Gritty factory,

Same old story,

Mankind first,

Nature second,

Hear environmentalists beckon

Us to a new slavery.

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Depravity of man,

Slam the door on progress,

Expect less

From your resources,

Courses of river,

Diverse driver,

Strive after plastic.

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We’re catastrophic

And apoplectic,

Spastic community,

Can’t demonstrate unity,

Hate leads to amity,

Recombine family.

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Wily tricks,

Ruling class picks

Our path in our stead,

We get into bed

And put the covers overhead,

Inform the norm,

And ignore the storm.

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