RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
Hang On
It rolls in like an angry sea
In waves of battering heat
Relentless and without mercy
It refuses to skip a beat
So hang on for a brutal ride
In the early days of June
Nowhere to run, just stay inside
And howl at the yellow moon
They warned us it was coming fast
They laid it out in stark detail
They put the flags at half mast
They delivered it in the mail
So now it is up to all of us
Let us do the best we can
Get on board the climate bus
For the final days of man
Maybe I exaggerate
Maybe it’s not so bad
Could it be it’s not too late?
It’s enough to drive me mad
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