Not Too Late Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Not Too Late



With the audacity of superiority Sister Strangelove
decreed the client is wrong to be in a hurry for the
Fall Armyworm and I agree, my friend Wormwood
of CS-Lewis fame surely knows it with devilish glee
and it's too late to fix it, the Fall Armyworm is come
to the southern part of Africa to add to the fun of
subsisting in a strange land, postulant-me quickly
finished the text with a wide grin as Fall Armyworm

Falls so nice on the tongue, the possible presence
of the Fall Armyworm is a source of great anxiety
to the client, but DAFF is daft to think that Sister
Strange-Love will put herself out for such a simple
task when she's involved in really important things
like the Third World War as a Doomsday Prepper
expecting the Armageddon of the Planet Niburu's
appearance or the Final Solution for Africa's woes

Chasing the White Tribe and getting on with eating
and selling the continent to the highest bidder in
China or Russia then siding with Robert Mugabe
sitting in a Zimbabwean ruin of a perfectly dead
economy - writing official songs about destruction
wrought by the white tribe to the sad effect that the
Indigenous People cannot fix anything & must sell
mineral deposits on the Ruling's Class' behalf only

And now a French Import Permit for Cameroon -
maybe it's not too late for Africa to bloom…

Thursday, February 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humor,satire
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success