Locusts, you were supposed to come
after the hail-fire storm.
The winged-buses got ambitious
in their desire to swarm.
Of course, pestilence of livestock
queue-jumped the frogs and gnats,
but that’s just ’cause a few people
think livestock includes bats.
Maybe it’s too late for this chain
of disasters to work.
Perhaps, we should call them all off…
[cue “Three Days in the Dark”]
Nice poem
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Thanks for sharing. Really cool juxtaposition of current issues.
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