Our planet is damn mad now,
Her rainforests so beautiful and strategically placed are gone.
Because men needed toothpicks and chairs to sit their lives on,
Ballooned-heads press their light-sensitive eyes,
Against the protective plate glass of their man-made bubble empire.
The fields of corn, wheat and all the good things we love to eat are gone,
The sun fatally dangerous now with little ozone layer in between,
No green grass, only clay and sandy ground cover remain,
No cows, milk, chickens, nor eggs; only nutritious red and orange chemical capsules with added steroids to purge on,
Not Russia nor USA, Chinese, every imprisoned yet saved.
Only unisex babies are born now, incapable of love or emotional thirst,
Sexual preference and degree of intellect are now a matter of scientific design,
Those men and women who escaped scientific design are considered genetic mutants, and can be found in a new kind of zoo.
Mankind now practices levitation, and uses much more of their brain.
There is no need to talk or sing, and can be described as:
Open vacuums of knowledge with Mona Lisa-smiles!
I love the above picture for my poem. I see the snake as a very uncomfortable Devil in the overgrown Garden of Eden which has not been cherished by man in a long time. Our planet, too, is damn mad now, without loving service from man and his many talents for renewing overgrown weeds. Joyce
Beautiful poetic prose, and solid philosophy.
Thank you Joyce, for this fine work!