My name is Kyoto and I entreat protocol treaties to calling for emissions' to cease because species' are increasingly finding CO2 to hot to breathe and are becoming deceased and extinct for humanities...

Greedy mad media despots dictating while capering away from listening to tears glistening as world resources start diminishing in this world we're living in.

But no one will race to listen to my lip served dire dish of burning skies raining heat waves and blisteringly killing demising existence,

until tethering ends of dopamine clicks, comments likes, clicks comments, likes, clicks comments likes no longer suffice in this hum drumming matrix imprisoning minds and lives.

walking beneath what were once clear blue freedom skies eyes will realise threatening clouds as acid rain lashes down melanoma burning,

Cacogenic Micky Finns slipped into highland springs we sip and a sink tap's drink springs from ice caps, floods, tidal waves mass destructing.

no one will race to listen, to this served dire dish calling for emissions to cease and of fire skies rained heat waves blisteringly killing and demising existence.

We see Doorways barricaded with sandbags of hope to hold back storms while motor boats float along streets, past libraries, halls, submerged fences with spears raised up high to glint under streets lights.

The River Seven overflows over unprepared defences against a River Thames backed up faecal underbelly flooding dysentery, echolli, until water sterilization pills become the norm.

Transport down, people wade in wellies, from Devon to Dorset to Cornwall to Gloucester, the rivers the rivers are running are running are running ever faster to beats and ticks of a clock behind landscapes, streets, seas and the fiery core beneath our feet, but

no one will race to listen to my lip served dire dish calling for emissions to cease and of fire burning skies raining heat blisteringly killing and demising existence.

Computer Networks spread fingers interfacing minds into cyber space keep people from times realistic pace in an algorithmic get linked quick click mentality place.

Intermittently caught up in tautologies written across mind device pixel skies, disguised so more than some become lived in lives under totalitarian states
played out as news feeds regurgitate.

no one will race to listen to my lip served dire dish calling for emissions to cease and of fire burning skies raining heat blisteringly killing and demising existence.