Nightmares and fantasies

The fevered dreams of our childhood

that we should hear the siren’s wail

Underground to waste

or remain to perish

Maybe fight on in a leftover world

Two flavors in the cupboard

Constant fear

or blissful ignorance

Grown up, chose the latter

aided with poisons of choice

The giant hotplate

for a nation of frogs

Graduated from apocalyptic nightmare

to an extinction fantasy

 

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