A rewritten radioactive poem |
Tim’s glowing green He was never quite the healthiest Misanthropic mantras give masses access to heavy metal mist. Geiger's touch stings Discovering a new pestilence The fighters love leaves as they decide the doctor's words lack pertinence Those kings love rings Perimeter's no inhibitor Smell something? arms bend funny, push up daisies with bones like scimitars Words stuck on wings Back ache stings three eyes sip vinegar Glowing corruption of so many swing heavy in the Abattoir Pooling new hate, Chafing against safety took your heads Material credit anew, we're still paying off a lead debt Zeppelins drop fate Physics, chemistry, art of the dead The newest coolant is poolside chlorine for Chernobyl's little friend Bathtub floaters Motor boat through contamination What's down is coming up now emptying a scathing subterranean Wanted posters To display something seeming alien Bottled water only because the wells and pools bubble with uranium Few extra eyes Siamese second face developing Cotard's delusions are more regular, doesn't make it less unsettling Lord of the flies Gifts of kafka’s perfect keratin Shell shocking delusions the youngest growing an exoskeleton Wine tastes funny Pool water now used for lengthening The amphibians turned black but it won’t stop our cheeks from reddening! Ground leaks honey Cipactli’s taste buds are deadening. Grog makes a comeback, but the algae's collage letters come off quite threatening Whiskey’s true weight Fruit tastes strange grown in the atrium Liquidity’s favour doesn’t fail even as other scream est deum Green glowing freight psychics place bets in the stadium the mother of all inventions and ills, all thanks to pools of uranium |