Absolute MutationA Poem by BelfastBhoy69Mayhem, carnage and complete desecration takes place in small farm holding and it's neighborly store.....
Absolute Mutation.
The scene of
devastation, the police sealed off the farm, Absolute mutation,
attackers bent on harm, The cornfields they
lay flattened, with cobs cast everywhere, The sheaves of wheat
got shat in and left no grain to spare. The farm shop it was
ransacked, dry goods the target here, Cornflakes and
Frosties badly hacked; the Shreddie’s hid in fear, The Sugar Puffs and
other crap, that turns the milk to brown, Snap, Crackle, Pop,
couldn’t stop, the slaughter all around. Forensics in white
overalls, careful as they scan, Dismembered boxes
against the wall, no mercy for All Bran, “The Nutty Cruncher”
papers claim, it was their headline filler, The Police now firmly
lay the blame, on a Breakfast Cereal Killer. …………………………Cringe! © 2015 BelfastBhoy69Author's Note
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