If Shaken, Will I Awaken?
Mother Earth is shakin and bakin, and I helped.
Not directly, of course, but simply by being here
along with you other six billion or so humanoids,
among whom some feel compelled to tinker with
Her vital organs. They explore, dig, drill and excavate,
explode, pollute, contaminate, defile and burn, Her insides...gleeful
disregard abounding... It seems she’s had enough.
She starts with the quakes, tragic and logistic nightmares, seven now,
then the Elyajolly volcano bakes all airline service in Europe by firing
up the pink yin and yang of an Icelandic volcano which corrupts air
traffic everywhere, and I’m guessing She’s just getting started.
No myths here, you Sissies, Her arsenal’s bigger than yours and ours
and She means business like no other, that is the troofus, Rufus.
This revolution will be televised just as it has been up to now.
It will be different, as you won't get 30 percent more laundry with
your detergent, nor will you get 10 tacos for the price of five.
Those kinds of perks and their pampering will not be televised,
Nothing for it but to gird up our loins, put fire to a fatty and kiss the kids.
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