When All the Humans Are Gone
One day,
When books turn to dust
Aliens will wonder
What happened to us
Our computers will look
Like oversized paperweights
With no way to access
The knowledge encased
Especially the poets
On poetrysoup
They would miss out
On this literary troupe
Of like-minded poets
Who write from their souls
Pouring their hearts and emotions
Into their bowls
No soup for the aliens
They will have to make do
With wondering why
Our world is in ruins
Get Well P.D.!
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2011
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