Waves of heat sigh into the trees that breathe out our survival
that keeps us going in a vicious cycle.
I open my mouth and pollution leaks out.
Rotting away, skin stretched across bone cut away into atoms that we drink
in our plastic cups made from labor and tears
the the workers leak when they get the notice
that is sent when they can't afford the rotting house
that the hobo used to squat in.
The sky is drinking the ocean and when it cries it back down
it's clean and new
like that dirty car I got last month
to help Global Warming stay on track.
I'm a helpful person that leaks sweat
from my pores into the tree's breath around me
that swallow me in their green embrace.
The water isn't clean and the fish
is tossed down the rain to join
all his crocodile friends that grew up in the slums
so much like the masses of world.
I open my mouth and pollution leaks out.