Excuse me, Nature,
we’re going to need to use you.
Don’t worry! We’ll
look after you.

Excuse me, Nature,
we’re going to need to move you.
Don’t fret! We’ll
look after you.

Me again, Nature,
we’re going to have to take over you.
Don’t distress! We’ll
cage you and keep you alive.

One more thing,
you’re going to have to fall to our needs.
Don’t sweat! We’ll
bastardise you nicely.

© Blake Leitch March 13, 2012