The Last Meal Is Mushroom Poem by Etienne Charilaou
The Last Meal Is Mushroom
The missile's flown with some dispatch.
We're gonna join the dinosaurs natch.
It's a mushroom terroryaki!
Leave Earth if you can, ducky!
There's no safe place on this whole globe.
Tardigrades and cockroaches'll inherit the robe.
Sooner or later the blast will come.
O, what's the use of warning some?
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nuclear,war
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