Saturday, December 22, 2012
Another Doomsday Passes
with the stray tornado or so,
but space mountains fly past,
and black and brown waves don’t
materialize to ravage
Idaho hamlets--
preferring, perhaps, to rage
at the infuriating Lakers.
Thus, jumpy fingers need withdraw,
reluctantly, from trigger housings.
Black helicopters stay aloft, their
distinctly awful thrum-thrum
filtered out from government imposed
bedlam by those who’ve coyly
trained themselves. The Bushmaster,
proven adept in dismembering children,
leads the Hit Parade
of sales. Sensible folks tell us pay more
attention, be especially polite to paranoidsyou may discover secreting among us.
No mystery who they are, though, for
they announce themselves on radio.
Labels: black, black helicopter, brown, Bushmaster, doomsday, paranoid, radio
