Our shit!

At times I simply wonder why
all the gods don’t weep and cry
as this earth mankind has messed
till to the core poor Gaia’s stressed.
Yet still we live like pigs in shit
and we don’t seem to mind a bit.
But soon the mess we’ve made of home
will burn like Nero did to Rome.
Then still, the fault we will deny
and hold our pompous heads up high
explaining that we don’t know how
all this shit got here anyhow.
Always the fault lies with another;
“It wasn’t me it was my brother.”
I wonder who we’ll find to blame;
it won’t matter; what’s in a name
and earth will be a steaming pile
of humans shit mixed with our bile.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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