Sonnet: Unspecified Horrors
Take a life like yours. Echinacea does nothing
to cure your latest cold. Trademarks and logos
borrowed without attribution. In other words,
not in the lifetime of President Pigg. Pipelining
collected terms you object to, imagining the beach
during January, when all have returned to the city.
We try to assure that the biblical prophecies anent
World’s End will be fulfilled in short order, so
don’t waste your efforts on massive reconstructions,
unless, of course, there are short-term pay-offs to be
enjoyed. The tree bends over the old man, but he
hasn’t noticed. Who would have thought the levee
might break? Who would have thought that could
happen? You, sliding down into gunk now, farewell!
Hal
Halvard Johnson
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