Underwater Nation

There is going to be a jump,

the only one that could thump-
in this room of bloom...

What are you doing sitting when you could be a standing ox?

Are they out on patrol as you wann the metal into your soul?

Dive deeply hard Sims-
they made you corrupt,

these are dignities we divide,

they had no name before you arrived-

more cola now,

less socially sane,

yes please ignite the flame,

I said I loved you-
but in due course you became scarce,

the lizards re-arrived to show demise,

every ape was lionized,

I compounded the pedals lady,

they spun in pride,

I evoked medals baby,

I'm sorry they arrived.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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