Non-Erotic PoetryBlue moon haiku setIn this wayward year
of our weird evolution...
fear blotted the sun
mobs of black 'zombies'
overran the silent blue wall
chanting 'I can't breathe'
while the spectacled
spectre of socialism rose
from Pluto's deep realm...
and spoke, drawing crowds
while tossing off sparks as the
Earth shook to change course
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