SwanCon 1 Poetry

The Effluent File
by a Sun Starved of Love.

Gently growing like a flower
In the garden of it’s bower
Realism, kitchen sink
Starved for love for it had died
In a fire, atomic fried

Motorists died while driving fast
Notice gunnel or you past
Road boiling piping hot
People dying smoking pot
The sun, a star, now sad
Human bings were a fad

Galaxy was left alone
Anology had to chew abone
The bomb went off
The man responsible was a toff
Last judgement came, God arrived
To late mankind had expired.
R. Harvey

(all typos faithfully reproduced)

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