One Planet
Run around the planet on machinesRun around the planet doing things
Do not know what is right
Do not know what is true
Caught up in the grab and burn
Insane laughter of a savage night
Coils worms through the brain
But no matter the matter
There is only one planet here to rule and ruin
After this is done
What then.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2025-12-18 at 22:20
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