After the Zombies Arrived

All will turn out well, my friend.
You only need to close your eyes,
And, if you do, well, see, just see.
A workers' paradise arrives with
Unions gone. Our bosses, in their
Wisdom, want us wholly free, so
They may guide us with that
Wisdom toward the land of pretty
Things and order. These are what
We want. They told us so, and they
Are wise. We have to close our eyes.


He chose to be a poet, though he
Hadn't anything to say. That
Turned out not to hurt his
Reputation, as his readers,
Bearing bubble wands and
Spools of thread, would weave
Together meanings from the
Lines which he would write
But never really understood.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-06-19 at 13:29

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