A waltz on the wasteland,
She spin round, soar, whirling, then land.
Blasted is the world,
Two hundred years post-annihilation.
Erased by a fiery swirl,
A total atomization !
The sky’s blue,
The mutants are green.
No water in view,
The land is lean.
No chance you get back that pump,
You see, all’s fucked up, Cinderilla.
Have a pretty dress covering your rump
And join in the dance, provided you got the stamina !
Even though the bomb had long burst,
You never know what’s hidden under the rust.
So be careful and go light feet,
One misstep and you’ll look like shit !
Comments
I think next time you say that you aren't much of a poem writer a few of us in TSC will end up biting your tail. You've definitely got a flair for this even if you don't think so.
I wholeheartedly agree with Teineeva here... more