Two-headed rats are talking
Through the rubble stalking
And setting out a plan to claim
This church’s burnt remains
While playing a game of chess
The meadows covered with airship parts
A broken train and an ox cart
And upon the train’s outer wall
In an singed unreading scrawl
Is the word of less
Rifle-wielding fishes smile
And the pacifist zebras while
Away their nights on England’s green
Pastures and a rooster preens
Itself of a thousand ticks
Stanzas rolling in the wind
Run into the illiterate grin
Of the empty prosaic sky
That smiles down at the eye
Of earth that is sick
Monkish monkeys walk and shout
With not a thing to shout about
The sloths they hang and sigh
“things won’t change if I try”
and stay on their couch chairs
A mass of metal talk of Shakespeare
While a cogwheel hides in fear
As metal fakes its way
Through its academic day
It is naked not a thing to wear
Empty warehouse full of mud
While the dogs are chewing cud
And wishing they had meat
While steaks are resting at their feet
And mocking them with lies
Video games that play themselves
While the forest full of elves
Is burning burning slowly down
Ashes resting and hide unfound
Amidst the sound when an angel cries
Movie-making antelope
Sell you out and elope
With the stars that hang above
And guide them with their purchased love
And watch down on life
Lemmings leaping off of cliffs
And through life they sift
To find something to halt the leap
Something that will stop the reap
But all they find is a pointed knife
And the one-eyed Gorilla bride
Stands by the bachelors who hide
And shrug away the claims of fate
So that they may find more lusts to sate
and be alone without
So the lime green sun it sets
While the gambler casts his bets
And walking hormones take the world
Uniting all the men and girls
In the neon glow of Poetic Fallout
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