Fungi Fear
Prophetic year of the mushroom
Day one message:
nuclear madness is on the bloom
Usher in the house of bedlam
into a R.S.V.P. underground shelter mansion,
settle into concrete bunker chairs
for the half-shelf life walking dead
Winter black sky
illuminates the windowless rooms
See the global guests all dressed
in glowing diplomatic words
of gloom and doom
Dust off the portrait of the spinster twins —
Two Japanese widows with the sad eyes,
whose marred skin
bears radioactive disfigurement
Bring in the new year,
set the table ...
spread the feast of the fungi fear
Vegetated negotiations are boiling in the U.N. pot,
and a two-headed swine
is cooking in the military laboratory oven
Each having a rotting truce apple in their mouth,
and lying fumes coming from their snouts
United the nations are not
American host with the most nuclear stockpile,
tells the disgruntled guests
to empty their hidden uranium pantries out
Break the non-negotiable bread,
get the warhead jam and spread the missile dread
Tweet tell the global citizens
to feast on the fungi fear
Taste the tainted undergrowth appetizer ...
savor the heat of the radioactive mushrooms
Finish with a slice of extinction pie,
frosted with fungi cancerous tears
Suffer the awful heartburn gut-feeling
that uncivilized mankind’s end is near
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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