7200
Bull eve me (Adam,
whether existence
fact or fiction),
his immediate
legion heirs whole
heartedly partook
to regale no Joe king
paternal prominence,
sans legendary, fraternity,
and consanguinity
subsequently implemented
faux pas threatening
Nittany Lions role
attested by
this papa, a curmudgeon
resident of the North Pole
burrowed deep
within tundra
necessitated drilling
permafrost black hole
son, which boring
task found me dissatisfied,
asper penultimate
existential goal
thus, I decided
to sell coal
to New Castle,
transported
within loco
motive conveyance
doubling up
as fish bowl
decimated
crossing Arctic
great barrier
reef Atoll
lauded me
with mouthy gift horses,
(one Mister Ed, adore
hubble hoof
only high saddled
Equus caballus
neighing boar)
feted me,
a hay er raising chore
followed by
Mister Barns Noble encore
generation
standing ovation,
a deafening applause
resonated
across the floor
then an
electrifying speech
by (plan net fitness
diehard) Albert Gore
describing raping, pillaging,
And looting dip lore
able incursions
as heath n (moor
or less
opprobrious upon poor
sacred Mother Nature
whimpering
and softly doth roar
ring, now
treated like a whore
telltale global devastation
impossible
to ignore agog
pollution extant across
entire world
wide web bog
gulls restorative legislation,
when offal
debris doth clog
estuaries,
where watersheds habitat
choking with despair,
thus imperative
to grab hold collective
figurative (corny
as this may seem) ear
cuz jackknifed, irreparable,
horrible gnashing fear
fully be
tokens catastrophic
environmental
fractured glare
ring hooker
impailment here
and everywhere.
