Hair of the Dog

Hair of the dog is a little riling

When not all the food has been eaten

For it shall come to pass

That all shall be starving when the Earth

Is near breakdown

From the Climate

Neared to the rent and the suspicion

That we do not know what to do

With it all.

I will be then and there the One who sees it

And survives the panic to bear it

All up for then it will be up to them

Not I

To be them what is clever.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016