Oscar ZeroA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
Stoically unnoticed by the daily grind
A tribute to the Big Chill, a half-century of time At grindstone odds with the hammer and sickle Mutual assurance is the biggest brown pickle Fifteen manned stations, ten flyers each at the ready Pushing that button, the finger is far from steady Even if the fail-safes are top of the line It sends the biggest chill down your spine It's a sixty-foot ride down into the belly of the beast It's a humbling, sinking experience to say the least From Malmstrom to Ellsworth, Whiteman to Warren Standing on a knife's edge is never, ever boring Decoding three levels of cookies for the magic code Nobody is worrying about the plight of Ol' Tom Joad Countdown to extinction, our race produces no hero This is the unfortunate legacy of launch site Oscar Zero And our counterparts across the planet, over the sea Only the sick pessimists guffaw with malevolent glee But the scenario is exacerbated beyond bipolar bounds We, the first world nations, are the f*****g clowns India, Pakistan, Britian, China, France and Israel Humanity is running itself off of the living rails Awaiting the day when the multiple flashes occur And it's finalized by all those radioactive blurs Too late for extra continues, the game is over For humankind, that universal four-leaf clover © 2011 Kenneth The PoetAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 27, 2011 Last Updated on May 31, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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