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Planetary percussion:
the sphere reels through black space
with cries of,  Help!  Help!
We need Help!
"Just go shopping," speaks the Poobah Bush.

Just take this pill but look out for the headache,
the chronic constipation of promises to 
perpetuate your victimization and,
oh yes ...  Praise the Lord !
as indeed polar bears do believe!!

Planetary Earth child
amidst creature extinction.
What you do destroy for your condominium
as dust gathers on your soul so cold.
Who are you?

A pilot drops bombs through an open door,
several thousand feet above, too blind to see
ten thousand feet blown off the Beings.
Must have stock in a prosthesis company.

Planetary prosthesis
ah, what splint to bandage while beneath the gauze
lies the rot?
Is this a plot?
And, if not ... then surely it is
Insanity.

Planetary pestilence.
No one to care
When we are not there
Anymore.

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