Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Slipping Away From Existence


With their values on the decline,
And their influence no longer hyped to fantasize...
There are those still holding onto addicting myths,
To use to stimulate the oldest of stale tactics...
With the hopes aging and fading standards,
Slipping away from existence...
Can be resuscitated if reminiscing them is wished,
By those who claimed their ancestors...
Roamed shores they alone discovered,
To teach natives how best to domesticate dinosaurs...
As helpful kept pets to enable a better way to plant corn.

Submitted: Sunday, July 06, 2014

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