World Of Late


Of late it feels as though the world may collapse

Under the static buzz of what and was or how and who

How long before something critical snaps

Oh wait it already did

Who do they think they are

Kidding, expecting a subservient populace to do their

Heinous bidding

Is there no ridding of this pestilential caste

Of political bombast

Now a literal blast

Like explosions

Confidential erosions

Of trust

Go bust

Go home if you can take a look at the maps

Of late it feels as though the world may collaspe



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-04-10 at 19:54

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