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Cheer Up... It's Only The End Of The World

by Jersey D Gibson

Post-hypnotic suggestion,
in a post-nuclear world.
Put your finger on the button,
let us all live in peril.

East, West, Capitalist, Communist,
the religious, and the heathens.
Play with all your pretty toys,
and nobody will be left breathin'.

When the elephants come to conqure,
it is the grass that always loses.
We're the blades, don't you see?
but, I guess we have our uses.

Chant through the streets with patriotic flair,
while we stand in our dirt and rags.
Drop the bomb, kill our God,
and put us in body bags.

12/08/2002

Posted on 12/08/2002
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Christina Bruno on 12/11/02 at 07:45 PM

holy....wow...awesome...speechless

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