Grant This Civil Yankee To Doodle Till He Gets Blue In the Face
blowing balloons signaling 158 years since Appomattox
(Alternately titled always look on the bright side of life)
Armageddon would be morbidly amazing,
concluding (reign of *****Sapiens)
fascinating albeit simultaneously catastrophic boon
dog gull to accompany
(this incognito sans, spacesuit attired as bugs bunny
foolish faux rabbit, yup you reddit right
with netzero outlook) amidst others eyed hop along
(like Cassidy) to find amidst rubble strewn cocoon,
or perchance arid extra dry
armed hammer hotmail spelling unrelenting radioactive
blown humungous earthlinked dune
daffy duck dynasty Don
trumpeting a brave (though
extremely foolish soul) weathering
fierce-some dust bowl app
pear ring like a ghoulish goon
via global sand man
disallowing inhabitant to be immune
whereat winter days would mimic
those analogous to tropical June
day where nary species of flora nor fauna,
which latter muffled cry viz Claire De Lune
barely heard above blindingly pitched
(scoring major lunar home run) when earth's moon
appeared to be batted, snatched, and whacked -
piñata like casting
darkness at high noon
this out of other worldly debacle
(viz: a scene of apocalyptic,
cosmic and epic rune
from twilight zone re:
outer limits offsetting
sole millennial Gaia satellite
believed rigged forever)
which end of planetary
status quo came soon
er than expected, accompanied
by Gustav Holst eponymous tune
once Luna rung seismically,
titanic ally uprooted, violently wrenched
prior to crash landing at ground zero
rocked and rolled out of orbitz
before careering, and screaming
thru the atmosphere
analogous a full term baby
in utero yanked out of womb.
though the above dynamic
gigantic jack-knifed nihilistic quantum
spectacular universal wreckage
sans the inner sphere of solar system
(known to mankind, when said creature, an outlier)
whence even amidst the early
bipedal hominids didst throve a sage
no event (whether natural
or caused by human error),
would compare neither cap cha,
when are bit rage
emasculated, and wrought
onto once verdant terrestrial firmament
no way to measure nor gauge
the depth, length, scope of total
value eradicating any trace
of simian equipage
reducing arrogant, conceited,
ego-maniacal, dotage
boot far-fetched
science fiction phenomena would
witness civilization captive
in their own technological cage.
Copyright © Matthew Harris | Year Posted 2018
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