Pray to be outside,
Prey, when Rocky Point submerges
Phoenix will have beaches
Church bells will clang, clang
They will throw rice at the homeless
Who will gather the grains to dry their iPhones.
1 meter next year, 3 the following,
Negligent to the generation after next
We'll ride wild donkeys across granite sands
and laugh about how there are no icebergs in sight.
I'm here, ahead of the Big Melt.
My Plastic Thoughts will still be here when you're Gone.