Poetry In Motion

If my last was my only chance
The dinosaurs would again dance
Life seems a maxists idea
Only a tip of a holocaust around here
As caps melt and centigrades rise
Typical of man's arrogance and smite
His greed has been drawn to the six figure
As the day of repence draws near
The global accord wails to shame and witty
Tired of tidying up after
their pity
Clandestine shifts of pretence and obsession
And constant loss of scripts on global subsidy

The hunger for power concerns my sober self
As the nations of intoxicates trumple the shelf
The lotus beauty of Africa's stained diamond
To the uiggers of china' endangered by their color of almond
Unger has endangered my recovery
As no theory explains my umph for discovery.