Free Fall Poem by Ted Blue

Oh, Atlas, why burden your shoulders with such an unworthy weight,
why laboriously uphold a planet whose twisted morals aren't straight,
why do you maintain a pestilent creature's existence,
why suffer soreness on behalf of those who only cause illness?

Oh, ease your mighty burden, let this infested sphere take a plunge,
into dark, void depths to match-one for one-its grunge,
let relief swarm you now, and you will certainly know,
if you didn't drop us, our infection would just grow,
till, pronounced strength or not, your knees would finally go.