The Puppy ProphecyA Poem by Nobody.puppy dances
a dust storm: she doesn’t
know what rain is because we
don’t have that anymore. one day,
puppies will be afraid of trees because they’ll
be so rare. and, I’ll
say s**t like, “I
remember when you could buy a bottle
of water for 2 dollars.” progress
is a slow deteriorative disease. the cure
exists, but
everyone claims we can’t afford it. the
saplings I planted by the pump-house are
burning in invisible flames, and the lake has become a crater.
there's nothing sexy about the future; and that ugly b***h'll be here soon.
© 2011 Nobody.Featured Review
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