Hello! Help…help…hello!
‘Sorry, my phone leapt off.’
‘Ok, I am back in my seat.’
‘It is raining; my stomach is wailing.’
Steering to the left and collapsing on the door,
Right-about turn to dodge a hole.
There are ‘cats-and-rats’ on the shield:
Many cataracts my people bear.
A million droplets are knocking heads,
And we dare not seal or be blinder still,
Not to hit a concrete post
That is standing on its own.
Hello! Are you there? Hello!
The rain has slashed the network here,
And the engines dream they never were
Vomiters are screaming everywhere.
Children are howling, ‘contractor’s sins’.
What the media has championed since.
‘Hit the pad! Don’t go too near!’
An unwalled ditch is lurking there,
Fully drenched in an unlit chair.
Thereupon a pitchy street,
Waving heads from here to there
That prayers may go to the Padre’s ear.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 3:27 PM UTC
Hello! Help…help…hello!
‘Sorry, my phone leapt off.’
‘Ok, I am back in my seat.’
‘It is raining; my stomach is wailing.’
Steering to the left and collapsing on the door,
Right-about turn to dodge a hole.
There are ‘cats-and-rats’ on the shield:
Many cataracts my people bear.
A million droplets are knocking heads,
And we dare not seal or be blinder still,
Not to hit a concrete post
That is standing on its own.
Hello! Are you there? Hello!
The rain has slashed the network here,
And the engines dream they never were
Vomiters are screaming everywhere.
Children are howling, ‘contractor’s sins’.
What the media has championed since.
‘Hit the pad! Don’t go too near!’
An unwalled ditch is lurking there,
Fully drenched in an unlit chair.
Thereupon a pitchy street,
Waving heads from here to there
That prayers may go to the Padre’s ear.
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