Lost Value Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Lost Value
Lost Value
The sun coughed
a blob of mucus flew out
landed on a mountain top
set it afire,
and for miles, total devastation.
Rain cooled the mountain,
shrouded it in steam,
when the mist cleared
a sparkling diamond of a mountain.
Overnight the price of gems fell
valueless now.
No good for anything other
than as underlay for motorways
and garden paths.
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