Lawnchairs Atop The Volcano Poem by casey buckler
Lawnchairs Atop The Volcano
Awful hot on top this battling inferno,
once more we begin again,
choosing proper attire to fill this role,
as our shift may change we remind the men
that their duty has repeated itself moot, lost abound
with women on their backs to cover more ground
only to find no help is on the way,
everyone is tired, water will not fall and this volcano will not settle down.
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