Void Where Prohibited


Thank you very much,
Mr. Finger Pointer,

I see your high
score & know you’re

only going up. Friend,
you might think,

but I know better:
I’ve seen the saucers.

Code switcher in your
swishy robes, you press

a button & we must stand
on our heads or be

vaporized.
Nobody knows

because he peered over
the junkyard wall:

it’s the final countdown,
our big finale when

the atomic clock hits zero &

doomsday scenarios

yield blood & dust & no
actors in furry vests

driving good old Fords
into battle. Take it easy.

This will only hurt 
for a second, which equals

43 years on your world,
your world is ours 

now because we have collected
all of the requisite 

bottle caps & the fine print
says we are eligible 

despite our lack of basic
human empathy.

We have some blankets
full of disease that we were told

are used to purchase real 
estate on this planet.

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