Who Ordered Mushrooms - 2025
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Poem/lyrics by little old me
Music by Bits and Bytes (AI)
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When no middle ground can be found amid rifts
They’ll send in a few unsolicited gifts
The east and the west shall politely decline
each incoming gift with a two fingered sign
It’s “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine
You’ll find mine is bigger and faster than thine.”
Those egotist madmen square up, face to face
Each has a red button hidden some place
So fear not the raider
The Martian invader
An asteroid hit
Or the Sun going out
Fear not the tsunami
A climate gone barmy
When talks - null and void
Leave our future in doubt
There’s streaks in the sky where the incoming fly
They can’t be outrun although some people try
A sullen man says in a voice that is wry,
“It’s a good day for kissing your backside goodbye.”
One handshake may well have made this a good day
Instead I head home where I’ll kneel down and pray
I hope that my lady will manage a laugh
When I say, “Let’s hide under that old tin bath.”
So fear not the raider
The Martian invader
An asteroid hit
Or the Sun going out
Fear not the tsunami
A climate gone barmy
When talks - null and void
Leave our future in doubt
The dust and the glory, the horror before me
No Big Mac and no more knickerbocker glory
The buildings, the trees and the telephone towers
Lay in the dust made by opposing powers
We showed em, we taught em, that we won’t be beat
And we won the war but with ashes to eat
The reds are all melted and their allies too
And we reign supreme but, hey… where are you?
So fear not the raider
The Martian invader
An asteroid hit
Or the Sun going out
Fear not the tsunami
A climate gone barmy
When talks - null and void
Leave our future in doubt
I’m sure you’re here somewhere to savour our win
To search through the rubble for champagne or gin
It seems there’s no signal for our mobile phones
but why is your purse amid those charcoaled bones
What will you think of my distorted face
With tumours and fissures all over the place
The air is so hot and it hard to perceive
That if I should die there is no one to grieve
So it was no raider
No Martian invader
No asteroid hit
Nor the Sun going out
It was no tsunami
No climate gone barmy
For talks - null and void
Gave our planet a clout!
I’m breathing in soot and I finally see
Earth’s last pair of lungs are afire in me
My last living thought now that humans are done
Is “God save the west”… and “I’m so glad we won.”
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2025
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