The sliver moon asleep on jam futons,
time envious of world,
blind sighted the youth press buttons,
measured in pressure
evolution is egged on.
the hunter-gatherers are vacant parking lots,
coupons for nature never clipped out,
forged on plastic grasses
holidays are American history.
Natural beauty the cover girl enemy,
forests insignificant beside ipods and jogs,
even the purest
suffers from widescreen eyes.
Who can hear among cellular ears,
vibrating on cancer coded frequencies,
we levitate to height in airplanes
ignoring the panorama land we see ourselves beyond.
Gang symbols on plain white T's,
who will drink water when there's nothing to eat,
Drought, Drought,
garbage our mutated mountains.
From oil rig to oil rig
from landfill to landfill
from sea to sinking sea,
privacy is irrelevant for "reality" based life.
Every ones listening,
every ones watching,
every ones enjoying
this everyone planet.
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