15. Apple Planet

The world turns once more
Like an apple twisted by the peak of it's core
The light of the evening by the moon
Will shortly be that of the sun.
And even though it's over-populated
You won't live until you've been stimulated
Adding another fruit of the womb
Ready for another guaranteed tomb.

You seek and salvage
Everything fitted in but you can't manage
The days that run on and on
Sitting in your room writing personal messages as songs.
Or bad poetry it could be interpreted.
The words involved are just simply desolate.
Trying to leave a legacy
For those that can barely read.

The newborns should not be raised in this way
A planet of urban decay
Why do you crave such a simple thing
When it's guaranteed a rust cycle after perhaps 70-odd year?
Starlight and sunbeams are only guaranteed to last so long
Why should we continue the human race?
Might as well toke it up in a bong
Because that's all they'll be into when they're stoned out of their face at 28.

Why continue the human race?
They'll all die at some stage.
Much like natural light.
Every species has it's end of night.