Find me smashing open the door
With a hammer like Thor
You are a pasty Bale
Like Gorr The God Butcher
Been to the future and returned
Seen here before
Sufferin' succotash
Cartoons on TV
Fast forward and Earth is like dead ash
No longer going out pissed on the lash
Nuclear bombs exploded
And they will again
Where's my gas mask?
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: April 21st, 2023 01:07
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dear poet
'hope'
is my, chosen
gas mask
to survive, while wading
through reality's, decaying
manufactured, society
a 'hope', curated
by my own intent
not shelf bought
paid for, by my sufferings
gleaned wisdom...
and on, and on
no fast-forwarding, our crawl
we strive, to hinder our defeat
for as long
as we, bravely dare to dream
of a better, next bite or sip
of life...
Thank you (:
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