Lost Letters in the Sand
I read some poetry online and it gave me some ideas:
All is far from forgiven ye benighted varmints,
Some understanding however is on the horizon ye knaves and snoops
Blessed is the Painter as he shills not the song of the wandering eyes,
Whose lustful mirth betrays an empty heart and soul,
Earth with all her bounty is an arid wasteland to the creep man whose eye sees only his own hollow self mirrored,
Who wreaks a vacuous vengeance on this valiant earth to fill his abundantly stupid soul with Dead Sea Fruit
Heathen thou art and Heathen thou shalt remain,
Thou shalt be smote in the midst of thine smug shopping spree at the mall, thou soulless varmint that causes climate change with thine incessant breeding and shopping
Thou shalt be smote with the hellfires and fury and floods of climate change thou lazy, fossil fuel addicted charlatans,
Thou factory farmed meat eating, CATO humping (metaphoric) toads, creeps and harlots,
Thou shalt be smote, SMOTE!
Thine soul is dead, thine brain never existed,
Thou swinish reveller on this fervid earth thou ruinest with thine pork eating, feckless breeding frenzies,
Heathens! Harlots! Thou shalt be smote,
A species of two-legged lemmings will be smote,
Fossil fuels are the devil’s own tool,
Thine empty heads and vacant eyes denote hollow hearts and bloated guts,
Factory farmed meat rots thine ugly, vulpine (with apologies to vultures which are cool) soul
Factory farmed makes thee gassy,
Thou art not sassy
Michael Levine is a menace and should be smote,
Priscilla Chan is a gangster’s moll
End dependance on fossil fuels now,
Solar, wind, degrowth, regulation, family planning, limits to growth
Heathens! Harlots! (Metaphoric) Vultures!
*smites*
It is poetry! That is an art form. Artistic license!