Baking in God’s oven

The weather’s gone bipolar, so have I
Let me go, I know now how to fly

I feel so hot I  am a human pie
Baking in God’ oven in the sky

Why don’t I  make myself a cup of tea?
I sweat so much I  never need a wee~

My television seems a  mite too small
And all those programmes  make me scream and wail

I  studied Hitler but I did not find
Where he left the track,derailed his mind

They talk of numbers  of the dead and gone
It’s just as sad when the number is just one

Every person is another whole
Don’t destroy the future of their world