The Shit

Rockets zip, and zam, and weez...
The clock, no matter, the times are these.

The spiraling missles and heat seeking air.
The atom that splits and the death, with it fear.

We panic of comets, but not from within.

A culture of NOW, both kinds are the twins.

The later is coming and all sets to NEW.

A culture of Love that is cooked in the stew.

The beasts and the fowls and the two legged too. The slivers and fins, the hooves and shoes.

The great tree then stands from a great low, a dip.

So bow in deep gratitude, and don't keep the shit.