Strange things happened that last time my Grandpa drove to town
He scrapped a nine eleven and mowed a phone booth down
Folkies in the future will very likely sing
The man trashed a McDonald’s but spared a Burger King
It barely made the papers, just local news in some
Someone should have told them that there was worse to come
Spielberg’s gonna make a movie, if the rumour’s sound
Of the total devastation when Grandma drove to town
19 December 2018
For Succinct contest
Sponsor Michelle Faulkner
Five folks forced out of the womb of the earth,
They believe they are her only.
They begin the civilized process,
And though anger happens
They try their hands at the calm.
As food loses presence,
They must move on
For their civilians kill for food
and cannot grow.
They find another group
Of "peaceful" earth birthed folks.
These folkies grow for food
And themselves know also the calm.
"Between folks we do not like your"
'Looks like they want us to grow them'
"and we'll mash them and eat their"
'crops are ours. Maybe we need some'
"extra weapons. I'm dreamt of guns."
The needs of the many, and the needs of the few.
When hungry, just what are folks to do?
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