Here are the words for a climate rap monologue, spoken from Carbon's perspective. Your torso is Carbon, while your outstretched fists are Oxygens. Here's a video of me performing it at the Trenton Library.
CO2--WE'RE AN IT
We're an it, not a he, not a she.
LGBT has nothin' on us three,
'Cause we're CO2, you see?
Just a little bit of matter that never used to matter.
You thought you knew us. We were harmless. We were good.
We fed the plants. We kept the planet
Nice and warm in a cold, cold universe.
We never did no one no harm.
We're just an eentsy, weentsy bit of nothing you can see,
Nothing you can smell, nothing you can feel.
Hard to think we're really real,
And that we ... could steal.
It's just not fair, what they say about us.
We're a real do-gooder.
We carry carbon from the dead
Back to your garden bed,
On the wings of oxygen.
The plants, they eat us, to make life anew.
It's true! We're a miracle forever in the making.
Okay, it's also true, a long time ago,
There were too many of us,
Doing too much good.
The planet was way too hot,
So nature buried a whole lot,
Of our carbon, underground.
The earth was cooler, and life was good,
'Till all that carbon, underground, was found.
Uh, oh.
Coal, oil, natural gas, enough down under to last and last.
They dug me up, and burned me up,
And up and up I went,
On the wings of oxygen,
Doing good, so much good,
Too much good.
The seasons, they grew hotter.
What once was lots was now a whole lot lotta.
The oceans looked so placid,
But we were turning them ... to acid.
Tiny seas shells turning flacid.
Look it up, look it up, look it up.
The less carbon stored, the more in store to shake civilization to the core.
We could say more, but we're CO2, and we can't talk.
You didn't hear what we just said.
You can't see us.
But we're here, and bit by bit
We're building up to steal those seasons you hold so dear.
Some people still think we're nothin',
And so they do nothin',
While somethin' is doin' a whole lotta somethin',
To change the world forever.
People go to movies about big mean monsters
That want to destroy the world, and almost do it,
But are stopped, just at the last moment,
While outside, all the eeny, weeny, teentsy weentsy,
Little old we's,
That no one can feel or smell or see,
With no ill intent, no sickness or disease,
Turn the skies and seas ... into eternal ... enemies.
Don't make us do this. Don't burn me up.
Let oxygen be oxygen,
To nourish life and not machines.
Find energy above the ground,
And leave the carbon underground,
So that all the seasons can stick around,
And all the people, yet to come,
Will think you clever.
Look at us. We work together.
You can, too, to save the weather.
