The heat, the heat, the crybabies cry.
The climate is changing, look at the sky.
The clouds appear to be boiling, roiling around.
We all hear them sizzling, down here on the ground.
The ground is too hot, our feet are on fire.
The world is quickly becoming our funeral pyre.
The sky is melting, the world is burning.
Millions are dying and no one is learning.
It's starting to rain, run for the hills.
We're all gonna die, what good are our wills.
No one will listen, we're called Chicken Littles.
From inside out burning drying out, brittle.
We must listen to demonrats, we must be saved.
Brainwashing's a good thing we must be enslaved.
The oceans are boiling, the lakes have dried up.
We can't drink scalding water from a paper cup.
We're scared, we're afraid, we bought all the lies.
Al Gore and John Kelly, don't look surprised.
They pulled the wool over our blistering eyes.
We're acting demented, minds turned to mush.
Can't see the bullsh*t, the nonsense we gush.
The world's not ending, the fear-mongering goes on.
Just like Chicken Little, we're simply morons.
Open your eyes, it's safe to stand in the rain.
D-rat bullsh*t is anathema to functioning brains.
D.L. Crockett -- 12/6/23