The Final Countdown
Unity lost to the loppers,
by bottomfeeding dunderheads.
Proof each family tree under-weds,
and brain cells… hippity hoppers.
For the greediest of goppers,
choose to put selfish gain forward.
They hope to feed the frenzied horde.
The two sides come to one last clash.
So they bing they bang and they bash,
and the tally… remains the same.
My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 38 BASH.
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