Seem like
man is never
going to be happy
until
he exterminate himself
bigger bombs
faster bullets
more drugs
more booze
anyway you choose
fog in the air
too thick to breathe
over populate the earth
pollute the seas
wild rampages
and crazy
shooting sprees
the world is
full of problems
like a dog
full of fleas!
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