The Heat Is On Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Global warming, it happened centuries ago,
We are here today, creatures survived.
The center of our planet, hot lava,
Which is released in Volcanoes, shooting it up high,
Humans and other creatures create body heat,
We add heat, by cooking, heating buildings, many ways,
The center core, heat can move up and be released through open,
Grass and jungle areas, look around, so much,
Of our natural vents, sealed with concrete, asphalt,
If no profit is made, people move, let it lay to block heat,
Then build another site to block more vents, where we stay.
We live on the outer edge of our planet, rotating around,
A ball of fire, the sun every day. The heat is on,
At any moment, the sources can switch to high.
Today leaders, want to blame, the people, eliminate,
Products, and equipment we use each day, as the heat rises,
Leaving the oil, and coal between the hot lava, and humans
They want to stop drilling and mining, let the fuel lay.
Centuries ago, no politicians, any living creatures,
Discovered ways to survive.
No talk or plans for survival of global warming today,
Most talks today, just more hot air blowing our way.

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 7/24/23 AD