Whatchacallit
It can be taken as a poem, can be considered a pile of rhymes
You can enjoy ‘em as mockery or they can be echoing cries
Structure is not important, in a way buildings collapse as well
Tho’ designed by professionals, the world’s crashing into hell
On a one-way street, no security code, nor passport is needed
Terminal velocity, explosive load, better keep your ears shielded
It’ll be strange, can even be very slow or quick but severe
From close range, crawling to show you had time to stare
Had time to act, but for centuries and decades mankind rolled
With the flow… oh, no! It’s global warming, hey, now it’s cold
Disaster after catastrophes, woods and houses are set alight
Survivalists looting goods, scientists play with satellites
And the second millennium just kicked off a few years ago,
Do not forget the premium that feeds the almighty ego
Not even sure why I’m ranting, it’s front of every eyes,
Cameras, technology, control… and hotels made of ice
Long years back the idea was to be safe and warm at night
Today everything is twisted, re- shaped but just ain’t right…
… no, not quite right…
Pomy Collingwood ( 2014 )
