Yo’

You must be that huge and have so much power
As to cause extreme dizziness and unequilibrium in moi
Especially these past two years, so irritating, so pesky
Upsetting my work during the graveyard shift as the
Attacks come early mornings, I wonder why you do that

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Dawn sky capture, CFH telescope, July 15, 2012

As if you are boring sinkholes in my being, just as you
Do to Gaia, our momma, why are you mad at us, have we done
You no good, what will it take for you to cease your terrorism
If you need offerings, which ones do you like–honey, human hearts?
We know it is you, notice the albino fauna sprouting like mushrooms

Notice the extreme hotness, the extreme coldness, the craziness
The thousands of earthquakes, the fishkills which are uneaten
What a waste you are laying us up, what a cowardly thing
We say man up, say something, anything, what do you effing want
Don’t be a bully as bullies are darn insecure of their gender
Of their being, of their progeny, man up yo’ b’stard.