A squirt of lava from Mount St. Helens
A tablespoon from Peter's morning after
Because coffee and Coke are now illegal
The one world government's latest decree
Led by someone called the Anti-Bottle
Shorelines of sea and rivers burning
From all the dumping of alcoholic beverages
Lit by the pyromaniacs with firecracker fingers
No steaks or burgers allowed worldwide
All cattle exterminated
For we the common people are now the cattle
And even if you like milk you can't drink it
All cow utters have been amputated
And corks have been crammed up their rears
Yes I like my mug with plenty of pollutants
The way this world is going
We're all heading for a mouth full of gargling.
Stephen Jarrell Williams was the founder and editor of Dead Snakes. He loves to write late into the night, looking forward to The Coming Good Dawn. He has published over a thousand poems in back rooms and castle peaks.
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