Speaking of Doctor Death
When I awoke today,
I found a suicide note,
signed good-bye by Earth,
sprayed out in aerosol,
rising from factory pipes,
whispered out of every exhaust.
I saw it running,
cancerous poison through rivers
toxic rains sprinkled over barren trees,
I can hear her choking,
swollen arteries, a billion
tons of trash a day.
Somebody diagnosed a hole in her lining,
everywhere there was internal bleeding,
how the disease is spreading.
Stripped naked of her garments,
she lay sprawled on the bathroom floor,
waiting for the perfect moment to die.
(c) Razee Ink 1986-2009