disturbed


keep fresh metal wrap clung to the hood
its called a thermonuclear weapon
was a car with some bozo on the wheel
that slammed first and far away the herd
they heard him screech and the peace was disturbed
but still no panic in the streets
they pulled a cowl over their faces and prayed
deliverance was the only end in the end
the ultimate entitlement
they had waited all their life to be freed
panic moron panic
the bombs gone off on you
in the drivers seat

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One Response

  1. “was a car with some bozo on the wheel
    that slammed first and far away the herd”

    Such a great line, I love this bit…You really are an amazing writer

    ~Thanks Duma Key :)! I expect irony comes naturally to me, one of life’s free gifts 😦

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