Cleanliness
By: Bay, 6th Grade
Sometimes, when I have nothing better to do, I go outside, and lay beneath the smokestacks
On top of my house And imagine what pictures their clouds make
And I can hear the gentle pitter-patter of the acid rain
That’s been sprinkling down lately
And I smile Because afterwards, the sky is a very lovely shade
Of contaminated grey and brown
With a rainbow
Of wonderful black and tan and even maybe a hint of green
And I absentmindedly play with one of the nuclear fuel rods
Laying about our yard It tingles in my hand
And then I giggle
For I hear in the distance
Another power plant exploding It’s quite a lovely sound
If you’ve never heard it
It lulls me into a sort of trance-like state
And I close my eyes
The sounds of atom bombs
Helping me drift off to sleep
And I dream of a substance called gasoline
Which existed (supposedly) long ago
It was lost to us in a year long past
So far away, I can’t even remember
And when I wake up I feel glad
That I live in this wonderful, polluted world of ours
Author’s Note: This does not mean that I support pollution, for I don’t. It is meant to be sarcastic and ironic. I did not mean for any offense to be taken (if any, hopefully not) and I apologize if I did offend anyone. I care for the environment, and I just wanted to show that if we don’t do anything, this could be the result. I don’t want to turn this into a Social Studies report, so, go out there and do something! I don’t want my nightly routine to involve power plants…