STOP ACID RAIN

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... What's my first line...?

I can't see it.

Splattered with blue and black lemon juice

the acidity breaking down each letter as they fall through the holes created in the space they once stoof

"STOP ACID RAIN" read the $1 button on my imported rice sac.

Yeah, we had to pay for those too. 

I was suprised at the state of my sealed paper, it was encased in the newest invention: super hydrophobic coatings 

away from the acid rain, 

because thats what we're told to do

I mean, not exactly, but if we don't, we're excommunicated to a place called hell on earth.

My carrying sac held everything from my pride to the pens I used to wrirte my own testaments.

These stories I keep in plastic,

My patriotic pockets held the fate of young boys and girls

Patriarchy holding them in with a button, similar to the other one.

They held the young boys and girls inside because "Bitches get stuff done"

and when you're a dog, the only expectations from you are to pee outside and stay off of the couch.

Because we're still seggregated, our bibles are written by lions, the king of the jungle.

Many of us are too busy playing with chew toys to realize we are animals in a cage. 

But not me,

I leave my pockets open for the young boys and girls to see light through the leaves of the canopy 

hoping they'd climb up the trunks and rest in the foliage

after all, humans are derived from monkeys, right?

 

You'd think the super hydrophobic coating would seall out all acidities, 

but it poured all night while we were out

climbing the trees and developing our skills for adventure

We've discovered that we are nocturnal.

 

And the hydrophobic coating was designed to repell liquid,

but we like the acid rain,

it soaks our fur and coats it with super hydrophobic coating repellant.

 

STOP ACID RAIN

was the roar that hydrophobs would yell out in the day light 

because thats the only time anyone noticed the rain

but when you're nocturnal, you see a different side.

at night, the only time when everyone supports the wet acidic air

the time when no one gets wet.

But many fail to realize that umbrellas are only made for those who dont like to dance in the rain

and we love to jump in the puddles. 

 

The factories producing hydrophobic coatings were filled with loyal workers supporting the STOP ACID RAIN campaign.

Everyone knows that these weren't skilled craftsmen, but rather puppets

brain washing the day-livers

the only kind of rinse they like

because they've filitered it

 

We realized that we no longer had to listen to the weather men

because we were the ones drenched at night,

listening to the sounds of our own radars

teaching us that we are not the only animal in the jungle

 

the food chaing does exist,

but that doesn't mean that we can't take on a lion with a group of us.s

 

Happiness doesn't come to those who sit inside on a rainy day,

but by those who love to dance in the rain

 

So what's my first line again? 

...STOP THE ACID CAMPAIGN

 

 

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