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My contingency measure in case of…götterdämmerung

A scenario unfolds

more abominable among

any previous warring factions,

his wicked weltanschauung

charred effigies futilely hung
against regime of brutality

considerably more unbearable

than infestation of fruit flies brung

about courtesy evil monster sprung

shortchanging restless and young.

 

Seconds to spare before

Doomsday clock strikes

twelve o\'clock midnight

every man, woman and child

will need fend for themselves,

whereby prophetic apocalypse

(sponsored courtesy smug faced Putin -
man of lamb munch cha cha cha

self anointed how zen tyrant by proxy)

unleashing total mortal Kombat,

when the human race

reduced (née pulverized)

to nothing more intelligent

than nippy nap noopy,

glippy glop gloopy,

cheesy bonafide August dust
thermonuclear dystopian landscape

subjected to global nuclear winter.

 

Time measured in nanoseconds
1⁄1,000,000,000 of a second,

or 10⁻⁹ seconds. The term

combines the prefix nano-

with basic unit for one-sixtieth

of a minute. A nanosecond

equals 1000 picoseconds

or 1⁄1000 microsecond.

 

Yours truly will put his head

but tween these
skinny spindle shank legs

and kiss thine braying a$$

(donkey hoe tee) good-bye

asper ma person,

thine gluteus maximus
during my roaring twenties

a boot the size of a hand held

palm pilot cell phone,

 

hence nada worth ache cry

though ah share

a preference not hood die

yet if push (shin

the atomic bombardier button)

combs tush hove Eli

zha would be nowhere in sight,
thence salvation might be sought

from a common

(sad dulled) horse fly

to bring deliverance

 

(due ling ban joe plucked solo)

to this generic goofy guy

who reckons, cuz
there will be no time to converse

cept as mentioned earlier me high

knee will be the sole recipient, I
one beetle browed capital one
damn earnestly frank gremlin hominid

 

will spout hot air

and confuse the burst

of flatulence from ma bare

swaying bell bottom as an echo –

loud and clear

that used to be mode of hen dear

mint ‘tween muss elf and spouse –

wherever she may be ‘ere

a presumption, she met her demise

amidst radiation with fear

 

and loathing uncertain who

to vent her angry glare

understandable to pay price

for the folly of heir

wannabe of history Don Trump –

perchance he too got vaporized

as crackling Geiger counter intimates

forecasts deadly snowfall icier

i.e. Mother nature adorned

dirty flakes fluttering among

the global debacle – where jeer

ring grim reaper will be feted

 

as like at a fancy feast with choicest bit

of human remains of the doomsday,

and immune to perilous nuclear fit

loosed upon the terra firmae,
where most every

metropolitan center ground zero

but with heavy-duty weapons

of mass destruction,

one need not make a direct hit

cuz the deadly fallout

will make the entire globe

tuff Hester and become liquefied

bubbling as one large snake pit,

thus no more poetry competitions


– DAMN –
yet writing aye will not quit,

but upon fallout material
I will eke out underground subsistence
existence, and scratch out

whatever thoughts seem worthwhile

hoe ping an alien will discover

visa vis bunched inside

an iron made in USA bunker

and held tightly sealed

qua many a makeshift rivet.