Robin Bennett

Rookie (December 25th / New Orleans, La USA)

Depending On Who You Ask - Poem by Robin Bennett

I think I shall stay inside-
where it is safe.
Earth is ripe,
with more than bad apples,
volcanoes rise,
spitting liquid orange rage;
the American west blows ash,
from thousands of chimneys on fire.

Mud is now just skeleton dust-
and the forest is now a,
giant candle wick.
Fires multiply like,
baby bunnies in the spring.
That dry heat creeps on,
sun powered and strangely

The square states are all
engulfed in dry heaves.
California decided to stop
begging for tourists, she's
on sabbatical with a raging

To hell in a hand basket, I say.
Catholics are blaming,
an angry God or Satan
depending on who you ask.
The Mormons are worried
they will have to leave Utah.
I heard Scientologists are
blaming Katie Holmes.

Comments about Depending On Who You Ask by Robin Bennett

  • Subrat Pradhan Love-immortal (9/3/2012 1:19:00 AM)

    u sed the environmental crisis well.but at the end the use of too much imagery creates hazziness. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/21/2012 1:52:00 PM)

    A big rolling on the floor laughing, biting the carpet, and scaring the cat if I had one! We can always blame the down swing on apocalypse and forget about the rhythm of the song. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 21, 2012

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