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The cars that we drive
Are lethal, they say,
And so is the air
We breathe every day.
Our lakes and our streams
Are so putrified
That taking a swim
Is sheer suicide.
The bright shinning sun
Has dangerous rays
That deepen our tans
But shorten our days.
And healthy red meat
Is loaded with lard
Which, now we're informed,
Makes arteries hard.
The doctors all warned
To curb our intake
Of sugared desserts
Like ice cream and cake,
But recent tests prove,
We learn with alarm,
That substitute sweets
Can do us more harm.
Those new drugs prescribed
For when we are ill
Produce side effects
That quite often kill.
And cows that give milk
Munch insect-sprayed grass
Which poisons small pests
And us, too, alas.
The chemicals put
Into bread to retard
Its spoilage can leave
Our viscera scarred.
The experts said sleep
Should be long and sound,
But now too much sleep
Is fatal, they've found.
They said we should trot
Through wind, rain and fog;
But now they find hearts
Fall down on the jog.
With all of these warnings
Of pain, doom and strife,
It's hard to imagine
A fate worse than life!
- by Shyanne Skye |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/21/2009 |
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- Title: A means to an End
- Artist: Shyanne Skye
- Description: Self explanatory
- Date: 03/21/2009
- Tags: means
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Comments (4 Comments)
- plagerismdetective - 09/03/2012
- This "poem" was published in MAD MAGAZINE in the 1970s along with some humorous drawing. This has plagarized by the submitter...Shame!
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- Alanixia - 05/26/2011
- this is reallly gud....not like other lame ppl who think they can write......this is realllly reallly nice!!!!
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- meizha - 03/28/2009
- That is a simple but nice and funny poem. I like it. 5/5
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- nadeshiko_cherry_blossom - 03/27/2009
- nice poem and id all this really true?????
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