Seeing Red – A Poem

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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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Published by Nicholas W. King

I'm an indie author, blogger, and podcaster. This is my little corner on the web. My mind goes in strange directions sometimes. As Hunter S. Thompson said, "Buy the ticket. Take the ride."

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