If I wrote the perfect poem to save the world would you read it?
If I gave you a million pounds would you need it?
Would you thank me for it before you put it in the bank?
I don’t expect much of you, to be frank.
People everywhere breathe air.
Some wear masks, pollution doesn’t care.
Some say things are getting better, some say worse.
It’s a bit of both, here comes your hearse.
Who will save the world from us, from each other?
Are you leaving it to me and my brother?
6th November, 2018