Check the compass
We're all about Mars
Hauling feet en masse
Talking all that jazz
But I'll pass
Weather conditions surpass
This low grade razz
And overrated crass.
What about the dew that traps
The stars in a blade of grass?
What about that lil' lass'
Hope of a fighting chance?
Have you done the math?
Count the consequence,
Put the horse behind the cart
For a second, brightsparks
Before we're roast lab rat.
This is reality uncensored
Time to pull all the stops
Calling all aliases
Upgrade your climate compliances
Earth
To the Dancers of Death!
This is where we belong
We don't know zilch about Venus
And Old Mars
Is riddled with old scars
Scars probably, telling us
That planet was once a suburb
Of beings of superior intelligence
Who lost it all perhaps, to negligence.
Along came a human
Pondering, 'Didn't they almost have it all?'
Forgetting he carbonized his own land
He's only there for Planet B
This would've been pure comedy
Had the situation not been ironic
We're the laughingstock
Of the universe
The carbon emissions say tiktok
And we've learned no lesson but the reverse.
So turn up the bass
Stop being an ass
Stop stacking up carcass
Ain't no time like now
Climate justice now!
Akpan
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