With glaciers melting faster and faster
we're clearly approaching some kind of
disaster.
Some day soon we'll find due to heat
the cupboard is bare and we've nothing
to eat.
The crops will have wilted (or drowned)
in their fields
and Donnie, our King, will say he'll
appeal
to the multiple gods with whom he's at
odds
to have mercy on some of his worshipful
sods.
That is to say after he feasts
on the scavenged carcasses of whatever
beasts
are still around. Then he'll go to town
to watch Melanie try on a brand new
ball gown.
This is the TRUTH. It is not news
fake-ed.
That's the only time he'll get her
naked.
This is not only because she's grown
cold.
In point of fact, she finds him
exceedingly old,
wrinkled and limp, resembling a blimp
and she's truly tired of hearing him
whimper
and plead and talk of he need when
after Stormy
she thought they'd agreed to end the
pretense,
playing husband and wife,
and she 'd be free to get on with her
life.
She thought when she signed the
non-disclosure
she would not have to suffer this sort
of exposure.