Air All Poisoned While Veering Away From Whatever Societal Roar.
Star, Brightest, Exploded.
Loaded Minds Ready 2 Make Schools Radiate With Pride.
Inside: Where It's Safe.
Leaf 2 Smoke, Just Like The Ol' Indians Used 2 Do.
Few Survived That Particular Catastrophic Event. Remember?
Weather 2 Check With A Nu Styled Telephone.
Clone Bank Conditioning A Particular Worker That's Actually A Sleeper.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: April 14th, 2023 11:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Have Fun Thinking, Good Poetz.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 3
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