Saving The Planet
This is your captain speaking
At the sheer height of depravity;
The rocket fuel is leaking,
And I have no sense of gravity.
My words are clear but fervent,
Without a doubt, without a face:
Since I'm a civil servant
And heading into outer space.
I set off in this vessel
The moment that the siren went,
And generally, I wrestle
With saving the environment.
The goldfish bowl I'm wearing
Is cosy (as a bubble is):
I'm a cold fish, but I'm haring
To where the eco-trouble is.
No fuel like an old fuel
To save the planet sooner – see?
My carbon footprint's cruel,
But there's method in my lunacy.
There's imminent disaster.
I sit here, grim, an icicle.
But I'll beat the problem faster
If I do not use a bicycle.