Environmental Negotiations - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
You are worried about the environment?
I am also worried.
So are the children.
There is always a give and take.
Quid pro quo.
Do you ever scratch my back, if I don't scratch yours?
Gimme a break, scratches move us asses
Mutual ones, understood, do you need it spelled?
I am not getting angry on you,
I am mad at the environment,
Am I hearing you right?
Are you drunk?
The whole world is worried sick of it,
And there is no sign of approach from it the nitwit,
What a prick, it does not want to negotiate,
It's the environment that's sick; it is the one which deteriorates!
You think I am nuts?
If that's the way it wants to behave, to hell with its guts,
Let me repeat my policy,
I don't negotiate with a gun pulled to my supreme idiocy.
It's all give and take; we have scratched you, now it's your turn.
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