Earth

I often think

When I drink

 if there’s another earth

And would it be worth

Moving there

I expect the idea

Will never stand up to scrutiny

Let’s face it

There would be mutiny

The rich and the greedy

Would be the first to depart

And the likes of me

Would be left to rot

Because we forgot

How to cut the strings

From our shoulders

If we did

We’d be shot by soldiers

Protecting the mothership

Of the billionaires

Who are devoid of conscience

And speak with gold forked tongues

They have the money and the guns

And we have ourselves to blame

I often think

After a drink

That so many of us

Never learned

How to smell the smoke

Long before our planet burned.

©JMN2024