058 - Heat

It’s twenty degrees Celsius

And it’s hard to remember

It’s not supposed to be this warm

In the middle of November

The world is heating up right now

The whole thing is such a mess

Let’s be honest, Humanity

Hasn’t been such a great success

But on the plus side I suppose

I’ll save cash on the heating

Normally this time of the year

My wallet takes a beating

Perhaps we worry far too much

End of the world? It’s not that drastic

Maybe this means I can spend

More cash on useless plastic?

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This poem appears in the book World’s Bestest Poetry Volume One, available from the Shop!