Seeing Red – A Poem

Chip in, choomba,

we’ve got a city to burn,

roast,

make some synthetic s’mores

cause you know we ain’t got

real chocolate, while

everything around us

all the glittering, jeweled towers

and the corporats that infest them

get caught in the blaze. It’ll be glorious.

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