Competition Entry by alex hutchinson (Guest)
Submit Date: September 24, 2007
As this world travels hurtling through space
We don't realize our tremendous pace.
Traveling as fast as a zebra at an olympic race.
We're moving with goals of things we don't need.
Expensive goods add to our greed.
There is no treatment for this horrible disease.
The iceberg will soon sink this crusing ship.
Despite what other ignorant people think.
Maybe some day I'll be a legendary prophet.
But I have a strange feeling it will be quite the opposite.
I'm high on adrenaline and a little bit of weed
I guess I'm a hippocrit because my greed for green has become my need.