I look into the shit colored skies
and think about the blue
we used to have
I look into the shit colored skies
and think about the blue
we used to have
Mother Earth needs a physical, a papsmear
She's suffering from bad acne, her hair is falling out.
She has a hole in head.
She's suffering sinking suffocating
She's doin crack
She's on Sunset Blvd pimpin me and you
Her chapped cracked peeling lips cannot form the words for help
her parchment dry rusty throat cannot swallow
Her once large firm breasts are now sagging
Death becomes her weary rotund figure
Food pollution, air pollution, water pollution,
human pollution
are overwhelming conditions
so you'd better fill out one ot two of those
petitions for the revision
of the earth
or else you can take your
recycled, re-used, re-whatever
grocery bags
and aluminums cans
and throw them away
cause Mother Earth needs a
papsmear

This poem is a part of the Women of Los Angeles collection (German). It can be purchased on Amazon.com I wrote it in 1993 and the poem has more revelance today than ever