Poetry

Friday Poetry – A Blank Verse Sonnet

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Tell me again how there’s no global warming.

Oh right, we’re supposed to say climate change.

I see, it was cold where you are today,

And god is taking care of everything.

Sorry? It’s warm and it’s supposed to be?

Well, of course, you must still be correct then.

What difference a few billion humans,

A few thousand years of shaping the world?

Isn’t it nice to live consequence-free

And know nothing you do really matters?

Your kids will inherit the same old world,

Still turning the same as it always has.

But if you’re wrong, maybe clean up a bit?

Or at least try not to shit where we eat?

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Learning from his children how to follow his dreams again, Lance has long since allowed his writing to slip over the border into obsession, and typically has too many projects in progress. Dividing his time between traditional and independent publishing, he still finds time for spirited discussions with the technology around him,

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