Fading White

Tell it to the wind

The raven rasped,

Breasts are sagging

Balls are lagging

The population’s aging

They’re aging fast,

Seems their purpose

Slipped right on past,

Tell it to the wind

The seagull screamed,

They’ll soon be gone

Their birthrate’s creamed.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer”  www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:28 AM June 29, 2012

 

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