Cringe ass poetry pt.2

"Air Pollution"

'man has beat the nignt' we declare in defiance.

with headlights to illuminate cars own smog,

streetlights to block out the stars,

and billboards to play god.

man has never had an original thought,

nothing the moon didn't think of first.

in quiet moments,

on cold november nights 

the mountains will whisper this to you.

through the grass under your feet,

the little waves in a pond- 

they'll remind you how bright the moon can shine.