Earth Night
|
Eye Con |
by Dredd
if
oil eyes are on the mother prize
oil lies ooze through propaganda lips
hopium stained teeth glisten in a darkness
as the patient gazes again through
smogs of dense atmospheres;
if
children play war games
in the pantry
where plastic elastic Saran
wraps culinary mysteries
with garbled wisdom from Keratin;
if
we orate on the dying patient
a la heaven is our reward
we illiterately slice a literate mother
we industrially trash Earth One
to dutifully kill our only here;
if
we stick another hypoderrick
into her heart
grok-attach another leech
to let out the dark blood
in another empire of woe;
if
flowing madly flowing madly
the nowheres of minds
are singing no songs
while prancing in all trances
to grok reprobate cognition;
if
mistakes of exponential error
stick with oozing terror harmony
(Earth Night Stamps sell out
Earth Night Cards erase the trees)
on the way to a funeral;
if
in the eye candy cathedral
full of eye con poison
driving on winding lanes
of poof
we flee until we vanish.
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