A Declining State Poem by Eli MorenoDrew

If I were the rebellious type
And decided to wreck havoc on you California,
All I’d do is sit back and
Watch you fall apart.

You constantly inject yourself
With industrialization like an addict
Does with cocaine.

You’re only hurting yourself California.

And if I wanted to pollute you,
You’d be another step ahead.
Because I can’t see your mountains!
Your beautiful mountains, gone!

What do I do with you California?
Because I can’t think of anything else.