Sta.sh
Hangin' Laundry
by *ghostloveI'm hangin' laundry on the line
in the sunshine, 'cause I can't afford the dryer
and we can't afford the fire that's comin'
to our planet if we don't watch what
we're usin', it's confusin' ain't it?
How the well-off bigwigs 'suited pigs'
can tell us to cut down while they're
drivin' all around in their thirsty monster cars
and flying up against the stars to places
where there's people dyin' for a drink
of water while they enjoy wine, and laughter.
Someone told me I think too much. I think we're out
of touch with reality. I clip the last peg in place
and see another private jet fly overhead.
I think too much, they said.
Fabulous! Unfortunately true, but an amazing poem.
Rules are like paperclips: meant to keep things together, fun to bend, and easily twisted out of shape.
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