Water from
the faucet
Air into the
balloon,
Dinner on
the table
Music out of
tune,
Driver in a
Chevrolet
People on
the bus,
Kittens only
want to play
No one left
to trust,
The faucet
has a steady drip
The balloon
has sprung a leak,
The food
that’s on the table
I’m sorry –
but it reeks,
Kitty’s
grown into a cat
The chair is
ripped to shreds,
There’s not
a soul that I can trust
Hope is
almost dead,
The oceans
are polluted
Rivers have
run dry,
The
Chevrolet is out of gas
the music
makes me cry,
Summers almost
over
I think I’ll wear a sweater,
and hibernate
until next June
and pray
that things are better.
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