Deniers of global warming seem
angels unaware of what’s abeam.
Now go whistling past this new graveyard
bemusing fates all with such vile petard.
This all-beings box canyon now here
we progressed ourselves into sans fear.
Some made life better; some made profits
cornered now abide by our sophists.
Fires block plateaus as higher walls rise
No moral practical to compromise
Now too complex to come to a halt,
We may find way out by new assault.
To get out of the awesome rough
We should go all out! Stop burning stuff!
Each do our part, retail would be neat
and wholesale we must divine real heat.