11 january 2017
DEAD FISH
Dead fish, poison lake.
Acid rain, sunshine bake.
No fish in the pond.
Clip coupons from the bond.
Mighty wonder, mega works.
Drill more oil satan lurks.
Empty hook upon the bay.
Crabs gone, whats to say.
Tiny fish sold in plastic.
Paper weight, oh to fantastic.
Dirty water, no more life.
Kids dead, took one bite.
from my poem book DREAMS
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