Public Statement

The Granola Poet's attorney returned from Iran this week and issued the following statement on behalf of his client:

The Human Scourge
Mankind is in need of a better direction
Consuming and killing with savage perfection
Where lies the answer
To this bipedal cancer?
What can be done to contain the infection?

Scorched Earth Policy
Open your eyes to this uncommon era
And dry up your tears ‘fore you run your mascara
As the king plucks his fiddle
The Earth’s in the middle
Defending herself in the war against terra

Earth in Peril
Old humans once honored their planet
It seems now they take it for granite
But the Earth’s plenty strong
She’ll heal before long
Global warming can’t kill us — or can it?

Wasteland
Rushing downstream like some ill-guided salmon
Our bodies are wasting with spiritual famine
The flesh has grown fatter
From meaningless matter
We’ve traded our souls for the almighty mammon

The Jurassic Age
This orb was once ruled by reptilian giants
Who preyed on the weak with a grizzly defiance
They reigned on for eons
With brains like poor peons
A lesson therein from the pages of science

Mars Attacks
Mr. Martian stepped out of his cosmic two-seater
Joined by his wife, for he hoped to entreat her
Unsure what to think
I said, “How ‘bout a drink?”
“Why yes,” he replied, “take me straight to your liter!”