The World is Hot

Beauty is burning, to drown the soul
Sing with the farmers, sing with the trees
Everything is dying, dust blows to the breeze
Snap your happy illusions, post them for all to see
Sexy orange pollution sunsets, breath stings.
Feed on empty, digital energy.

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California Summer what happened to the dream. The world is on fire, and we dance in the breeze.