What The Great Are
A corset for the cranium
A habit for the head
Another pair of underwear
Made from 'spent' uranium
Or osmium instead
A bag of spent neutrinos
A pocketful of stars
Another vile nuclear pile
And God? Well only he knows
Why blind chauffeurs drive cars
A suitcase full of memories
And jet lag that encroaches
The curse of ev'ry traveller
Who ignores the auguries
And dines on pickled roaches
Contributors: | Roland, Anon., asdf, Apsley, loaf, Ventnor, Francine, Kansas Sam, Nym, N. |
Poem finished: | 7th November 2003 by Anon.. |