Oh, what on earth
To think
As babies drink and drink.
Chub turns to fear
When dynamite comes near.
Dawn is dusk tonight
Between the urge to fight.
Calm those
Insistent nerves.
This body fights and swerves.
Mistakes cast long
And fitful stares
When wooden words,
sucked in,
Just declare.
Two feet in red
Are better off dead.
Filled with
Briny, oily water
Separates to slaughter
All that’s so precious
Our babies are out to get us.
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