Don't look.
The world's about to break.
Don't look.
The world's about to chuck out all its light
and stuff us in the chokepit of its dark,
That black and fat suffocated place
Where we will kill or die or dance or weep
Or scream of whine or squeak like mice
To renegotiate our starting price.
Sometimes it seems that way. Especially when tyrants are in charge. But I choose to see the glass being half full! Excellent poem. Truly deserving of the mighty 10!
Seems like a poem on the drudgeries of existential crisis.
Reminiscent of the bard's take on life. Thanks for sharing this enjoyable read.
Fantastic short poem.....To renegotiate our starting price.10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Squeak! ! Thanks for sharing.