Happy Campers

What a happy world we live in,
where pollution and crime are a must.
Where the air is as ugly as sin,
and the land is turning to dust.

Toxins invade into our earth,
and poisons filter into our water.
Industrialists laugh with mirth,
wondering when they will run out of fodder.

Who do we thank for our plight?
Who could ever be this bad?
Who leaves us in states of fright?
Why, dandy Mom and Dad.

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