January 20, 2011
Red roses smell so sweet
Nature so clean you cannot fake
Finally found something you cannot tweet
Too much tech for goodness sake

As dark as ink
Full of foreign control
Without the sting
Draining oil from the soil
Soulful sins committed
In the interest of some good

Wood has no heart and yet
From the start I knew
Stars could be so bright
Like you they could show
The sun isn't as rip as the fruit
Of your soul

It’s insane for one to kill a planet
It takes many not one
Large masses of fish caught in nets
So here I am writing this sonnet
Can’t you see this setup?
No action’s can be undone
Just countered it’s all up to you

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