I was just sitting there,
On the cold icy water.
The humans complained it was cold,
Even though they spent their energy heating me.
I wouldn’t be feeling this well,
If I couldn’t let off some steam.
Humans do it by fighting and yelling,
I do it through my chimney.
I see some guy,
Sitting there without a jacket.
An odd human he was,
When he pulled something out of the water.
It was a murky dirty polluted ocean,
I know I’m partly to blame.
The humans who built me,
Didn’t think about nature.
The fishing rod came up,
As my spirits went down.
The human pulled up a crate,
Filled with pennies of the workers.
A while ago the junior worker,
The newest one by far.
He stole pennies from the humans,
And threw the crate into the ocean.
They didn’t blame him,
Instead they blamed me.
The humans threatened to tear me down,
And build another factory.
Nown the crate is back,
And they blamed me again.
“Tear it down” the humans called,
And that’s what happened.
The humans discovered,
That for once the factory wasn’t to blame.
They stopped jumping and tearing down,
But it was too late.