Watching the doomsday clock like in Watchmen,
I wonder where the hell Doctor Manhattan is then?
We're all about to be blown to smithereens?
Nothing shown in the news is what it seems!
Life is a road filled with potholes and slippage,
I've Popeye's perception while eating spinach.
Teachers teach us the treacle, sugary lies,
Thrown together, we're McDonald's french fries.
Looked down upon like some cold fast food,
Tick, tock, time is up, there's no interlude.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: May 6th, 2025 00:48
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Good write Popeye, erm, Shaun. lol.
Haha, cheers!
A clever wording of modern paranoia in a world where paranoia is warranted and underrated. Well worded and rhymed it gets a fave
Much appreciated, yes strange times.
Love "The Watchmen" reference! Well done! 🌹👏
Cheers, yes great comic and film.
Cheers. For sure!
A entertaining read of the world we currently reside in, enjoyed the read
Cheers.
You are very welcome
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