Futured

Simply set to waste away
The summer in the winters day
Globally we've ruined you
Our home planet we bid adieu
No time or space to relocate
No solution for the mess we made
Oh well it is just what will be
Won't matter to us anyway

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.