Pointing Fingers

Ten penguins walked on thin ice.

Red brain matter covered in soft silk.

Yes, you did this,

You eight legged arachnid

You spiller of red liquid

You innocent bystander

You mass murderer in the shadows

You knife wielder

Daytime naysayer.

You drainer of oceans

You eater of all that lives

Taker that never gives.

You mere animal

You hairy mammal

You horny jar of emptiness

You immoral entrepreneur

You hungry tiny tick.

Sit down and enjoy

Your nights in the light,

Living at great heights.

Carbon combusts carbon,

In a haste to produce waste.

There will come a time

When there will be no more time.


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