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Herons

by whpayne

The sun-baked bayou rots in sun-dried tomato heat This is not a traditional geometric form No cube, no circle, this shouldn’t be possible The swamp’s stink lines blur with the waving heat of the pavement Fresh out the oven Flattops from the flatlands Flamingos from the herons Is Gaea up on new trends? Wetlands are out we’ve got shiny new sewers Glistening, gleaming, glowing with 4 star reviews The development company’s shade trees are still saplings Shade! Coming here in 15 to 20 years! Mark your calendars I got the fast pass for the highway so I can look for parking quicker I heard there’s parking lot with a million spots My kids’ eyes widen in wonder, Really Daddy? I nod with a knowing smile, thinking Wait till they learn about Cyber Monday Orthogonal forms dominate here I wonder if herons wake up early for Black Friday?
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whpayne
20 / M / Chicago
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Written by
whpayne
20 / M / Chicago
Published
Dec 8, 2021
Time
2m
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11/29/21

Funny poem about the destruction of the natural world haha

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