
XIX
Watch as the catapults churn through the
smog to release their poison to the skies.
These are chemtrails I have longed to see;
breathe it in, my brother and see what the
future has in store! The Gods have left this
place to its own sordid devices so take a
seat, this should soon get fun. How many
tickets for this raffle did you buy? There’s
a rainbow we can chase to the edge of the
Earth, if you’re really that desperate, dear?
#365DaysOfPoetry