SIPHON

SIPHON

Ring around the rosie

A pocket full of poison

Hush hush they all fell down

All is quiet, no more laughter to be found

No more life grows up from polluted ground

The sky is black, the air is ash

Nothing left but human trash

A deadly game of Aunt Sally

Ending in full-blown fatality

 Earth, their wooden dummy

All in the name of hording money

In power and greed did they trust

A world of dismay and disgust

Siphoning blood from beneath Earth's crust

Ring around the rosie

A pocket full of bombs

No more dance, no more songs

Hush hush they all fell down

Mary-go mary-go mary-go round

Head and heart ache forever they'll pound

They lived the dream of self-imposed demise

Surrounded by lick-spiddle toady spies

Hanging on tight as the last human dies

Written By: 
Michael K. Englmann
August 23, 2019

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