Our precious resources

It's 2150, we're knee-deep in ash,
We've covered our planet with poisonous trash,
An old fashioned marriage of sewage and gas,
Our healthiest medicine is to kick some ass.

With no pristine beauty found in any land,
Every once-charming window will now be banned,
All heat and light from a few candles we trust,
A method that's sure to be met with disgust.

From now on there'll be no package, box or can,
Everything shipped in bulk is now the new plan,
Bring your reusable recycled storage,
To purchase your grain, fruit, protein, and porridge.

One last wrinkle some complaints may call odd,
There'll be no more driving each one to a job,
You'll report to a station where all will share,
Transport to minimize polluting the air.

Time for all debate and compromise is through,
The world is a crapper, the culprit is you,
Comply or not, save your virulent breath,
Punishment for any violation is death.

FOLDER

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