Scapa Flow
revisiting the scene of this rhyme
11 February 2016 at 11:11 · London ·
Inevitably
we'll all end up in
some facility
where
they'll prod and poke,
ask you
if you smoke and
your age.
I render unto Caesar
my gender,
that's a teaser.
Strapped to the cot
by the nurse robot and
everything's seen by
the eye in the screen
eventually.
Copyright © John Smallshaw | Year Posted 2018
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