Contamination. Poem by Peter Vealey

Catching myself,
Touching things ugh!
A contagion of desire
Unleashed on warriors of ice!
Blended, artificial beauties-
Meet harmful anti-bacterial propaganda,
On hold.
The ice cream has melted to an
Irreverant ad-man`s slush.
Spiel it to the next mall,
And hey presto!
Uncle Sam is firing
On all barrels
Hoorah!
The "twirlings" are to come back soon
Maybe!
Somewhere along with a
forgotten overrated discarded castle!