Mushroom Cloud Poem by Les Wordsmore

Mushroom cloud consume
Everything in the room
Twisted words, all around
Sink or swim, but can I drown?
Familiar things look so peculiar
Blurry message on the computer
Can't even hold my pencil right
Can't escape this endless night
Robotic drummers in the distance
I'm the master, no apprentice
Passed out, glory's in the gutter
Got no contact from another
Can't explain this clear, out loud
Just all consumed in the mushroom cloud.