They made a horror flick
He was weak or he was sick
They chose him as the star
He can run, but won't get far
They created a wall compartment
Inside his small apartment
They installed cameras there
Reality show, unwanted, but they didn't care.
(bridge)
He felt ill, he began to ail
No idea of the hand pushing down the scale
Romance and work dove down the drain
They laughed and gloated at his pain.
(Chorus)
It’s a horror flick, but the plot is real,
They aren't like us in the way they feel.
He’s the star they chose, but the plot is sick,
Living and dying in their horror flick.
He heard them speak, felt nerve gas in his room
His apartment was a secret tomb.
He knew too much, but the cops would not believe
And he could not save others, for them we grieve.
So, learn the lesson be an owl:
Around us ghouls are on the prowl
They pass as normal, but empathy lacks
And in normal life, there are hidden attacks.
It could happen to you too
Bewildered by all the bad things that accrue
A life derailed, no suspicion why
When the only exit seems the choice to die.
C Centuries of fighting and vain inglorious trauma A
E Enemies for no reason other than blind terror R
A Agony fueled by apocalypse in ultimate spasm M
S Surrender in shelled remains or else you must die I
E Entrails exposed for eternity on fierce bayonets S
F Fighter planes nerve gas death war crimes for what T
I Indiscriminate suffering bones strewn like confetti I
R Ravenous greed delivered by swords rather phallic C
E Earth will swallow all warriors and then we are free E
26th May 2020
Smart Progress
They did an excellent job of making their inventions work so well
Give them a pat on the back and a gold medal
Their inventors and designers are the best and proud of their work
It's a long list of things, here are a few:
Nerve gas that kills without mercy
Smart bombs that never miss their target
Guns more powerful than the previous generation
More efficient machines to steal our planet's resources
Better killing techniques for soldiers and secret agents
More capable spying software to syphon up our data
All of this and more are part of our world and exist
Not something from a Bond film or Clancy novel
Reality obliterates fiction just like it does people
Will you be a victim of a new lethal invention?
Breathe deeply kiddies and get some virus
Cyrus the Virus is here to kill you
Novichok flavour just for you
VX nerve gas special come get some
You'll feel fine better than the Black Death
Roll up and and get some bugs
Only the best for you lazy Millennials
Made in Russia mothertruckers
Neo Soviet influence touching you
Reaching out for you wherever you are
Even on the Moon or Planet ing Mars
Not even Santa and Old Nick are safe
Novichok gonna get you virus kaput time
In 1947 in the Straits of Malacca near Indonesia
An old Dutch freighter the SS Ourang Medan
Sent a message out that the whole crew was dead
With the last message from the operator being, “I die”
An all-out effort was made to find the ship
And when it was found no-one responded from aboard
They were able to get on board by rope
What they found deepened the mystery
Because the whole crew were indeed dead
And in death they all had a look of terror on their faces
Suddenly smoke was seen from the engine room
The rescue crew had to quickly leave the ship
And it blew up sinking quickly beneath the waves
Taking the mystery of what had happened with it
Was it ghosts or aliens that killed them all?
Or was it a cover up of transporting nerve gas
No records about whether this was true are available
The dead crew and the destroyed ship still remains a mystery.
© Paul Warren Poetry
a full grown man pissed himself in front of me tonight
... he just passed out in a chair and began flowing urine
through the lower hamstring section of his jeans-
the pitter-patter on some other guy's kitchen floor made it disgustingly too real
... a pool had formed by the fridge,
... a large lake of skiddy underwear, sweat ridden filtration; and
the man of the house-"
junior"- wouldn't get out his mop or his mildewy towels for soakage because
to counteract this disaster would be like playing with nerve gas or touching the sun
... you just don't do it
Razed garden hung
Icicle vines crept mortar
Fingers of the dead
And the sun died
Cataract eyed sinking
This limitless implosion
Craven mustard then spread
Barbed
Waspish sting and evisceration
Slinking down the brick
I felt incorrigible
Violence
The lone oranges dangle
The only fruit
Are clockwork
My black heart suppurated
Necrosis
Nerve gas sought
Release to silence
The screaming
Myelin
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