The Sky Is Falling - Poem by Josette Lager
Dearest mother and daddy,
by the Mark Twain, by the
Mark Twain, Hally's comet
is comin' down Hally's comet
is comin' down.
The days of the great flood
the muck the mire the mud
Mother and daddy, your gonna'
need a river boat to get to town,
just to get around. Hannibal Mo.
got hit really hard, oh sweet Jesus,
The day nature fought back,
I wish Orsen Welles were
alive today he could tell
the tale better to the tee to
Martians would probably be
easier to deal with, than a
ravaged toxic planet spewing
out all its rage and polution
there is no solution we destroyed
the earth long ago all we have left
now is an angry foe.
Its time to pay the piper we can
nolonger shut the mouth of this
seething venomous viper.
Josette Marie Louise Lager
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