Methane mizzle mists lightly over
Methane rivers and lakes
Methane voices moshing in the rain
A drizzle of methane moons
Earth drank every drop
Nothing left for oceans, seas, rivers, lakes,
Nothing for the extra-large front load washers
Nothing for the community plunge.
I penned an Op-Ed
Addressing my concerns
My angle, from where I sit
At my local dig site.
I’m a hardliner for newly proposed presences
A kingpin and one of the major contributors
That help shape modern
And remain possibly the only.
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