I’m in hell
with the SMELL
of these disgusting people
These motherfuckin’ prosecco drinkin’ SHEEPLE
With money (and a planet) to burn
I will become
From ANYONE involved
Cause I’m fucking mad
In your little nonsense talk
Your squawking gibberish
YOU can have all the plastic *you* want
But I’m still on a fucking FIRE
In this plastic boat
really get my goat
Showing off your plastic cards
So that you can’ look at the stars’
‘Right from the middle of the ocean’
And that? your tab-
Is recycling back home?
Being sent away and to the TWILIGHT ZONE
A full range of Himalayan mountains on the beaches.
With hordes of Indian magpie seekers
Who just want to score
Some cash from our trash.
If I die send me there.
Don’t send me to that dystopian carnival fair
On a ship where I’m emotionally naked
Naked metaphorically, desperately trying to hide
I will absolutely throw myself overboard!
I’m going to!!