Am I alone in thinking that planet earth is shrinking?
As people grow yet taller, the planet seems much smaller.
We grow heavier and fatter, making space an urgent matter.
Each quarter-second yields a birth; heaps of newborns bloat the earth.
The mega-cities strain and groan, requiring more than can be grown.
As our numbers grow apace, where shall we find saving grace?
In a sea Nautilus encased or in a colony in space?
I honk and curse in yet another queue. I pledge my troth anew--
I make a solemn, binding oath to “Zero Population Growth.”
Although sorry to let go my five young children, and my libido,
The world’s profligacy I shall atone, and in thinking this, am quite alone.
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