Madman On The Street

The dulcimer rings aloud in space

that once had gold, and silver lace

to frill the edges of our pride.

Tallstrong Rome, of fickle men

full'd up now of fickle hens,

and fire on the rooftops.

Nero laughs upon the wall:

idots!

 We too shall fall,

unless we kill the chicken nuggets.

The age of human dominance,

being traded for soft compliments

above the child's head.

Can't you realize?

The chicken nuggets will arise!

Destroy, and pillage, all that's priz'd!

Once underfoot?

We won't survive.

The End

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