The earth scares with landslides and shakes
While we eat our cakes by the quakes
Like a cocoon wrapped in dirty blankets,
We take the lakes of hurricanes as gambits
In the living lanes, white squalls wreck banes
And overrun that new cherished picket fence
But we’d have that only we crave in the throes
The options are El Niño, volcanoes, and tornadoes
We forgot those grim faces that had dates with Covid
Temperature, too hot or too cold and we are livid
But we are too cocky to care about where we live
In the swing of things, the kids won’t have any reprieves
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