Simple Solutions

A complex geometric shape,
Filled with problems,
Chaos inside,
Millions of troubles,
That all come about,
From a handful of rules that we hide,
Broke the rules that,
Don’t break well,
That’s when the planet died.

I trace it all back,
To a few simple phrases,
Learned shortly after birth,
“But, hey you loser,
Those are dorky,
Where’s you’re sense of self-worth?”
Six billion people,
Not wanting to be dorks,
Hey, a dying earth.