323 - The earth's a rotten apple, and maggots

The earth’s a rotten apple, and maggots
Crawl ceaselessly both outside and within,
Devouring, covering with slick black spots
And dry patches its once moist tempting skin.
Old Adam ’ad ’em, as did Eve, even
Though conscience told ’em, hold on, eat pizza
Or anything else that you want: this sin
Will weigh you down, at least until Easter.
Big Apple, un-Newtonian vista
That only goes up, even downtown: what’s
Happ’nin’ my man? Got flood defences in
Times Square? Beware of this hard rain, mister;
The climes they are a-changin.’ It’s sunspots!
It’s carbon! Where’s the sense in arguin’?
Tue 24 July 2007