/lit/ - Literature

Im trying to write a poem from the point of view of a schizo.

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misshapen faces lurking in the midnight city
they all laugh at me and i can hear my guts bubbling
im all alone some would find it troubling
my thoughts leap from my head broadcasted for all to pity

the man across the street is staring
he wore red to intimidate me
they know im the savior of this world
the holy ghost that watches over

google the terms "wet bulb temperature" and "hot house earth".
america will have to deal with a rising china, external and internal migration, vast swaths of the western parts of america will become uninhabitable. its going to be pure chaos.

I picture america either balkanizing or going full fashy