Daniel Hazelhoff : writer, poet, rapper

Shaving with a rusty razor blade,
And I still can’t seem to manage.
Using cold water, for god’s sake,
And I feel like I’m, somehow, saving the planet.
I know it’s futile and man has done much to harm,
There is no charm that a witch could bestow upon this planet to ease is not so slow decay,
Much less save us from the
Cold nights,
No Knight in shining armor to
Come and save the damsel,
Ain’t no damsel that needs saving anymore anyhow.
Were all perishing, like the cheaper good’s in your local global market.