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

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