Pass Me a Ray Gun

Red Alert klaxons are whimpering
It time to take a seat
I’m ready to make a first ditch effort
Prepare for a subhuman feat
I’m leveraged with no fulcrum
But I’m spinning this camel straw
Into sticky golden butter rum
Can’t take the heat in this kitschdom
I’m blind - flashlights are worthless
Pass me another ray gun

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Credits: poetry and collage by Jay Larsen