A Whole Awful Lot
I am the Lorax, I spoke for the trees.
Now I speak for the hummingbirds, flamingos and bees.
Humanity promoted me, through fires and greed,
today I speak for anyone, any creature in need.
I speak for the Amazon that burns in the night,
I speak for The Once-ler and Thing Two alike.
I speak for one fish, two fish, all fish,
I work so their homes will once again flourish.
And I speak for the Who’s down in Whoville of course,
Who’s whose homes are becoming outrageous in cost.
A few restaurants, a brewery, a hip new café,
somehow made this city desirable one day.
Never mind the history that’s always been there —
did you know this is where the Grinch had his lair?
They converted his cave into condos last Fall —
it’s like the Grinch was never here, no, not here at all.
The story is noted on a plaque in the bar
“The Grinch stole Christmas but didn’t get very far!
And his heart, how it grew” — but nobody reads
nobody notices, nobody sees –
