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Shrine


Young man
High octane
Testosterone
No time to shine
Baseball cap
Cable tied and a traffic cone
Died before his time
Dead flower heads
Cellophane wrapped
A Roadside shrine







Roadkill


It’s sad when a human dies
if you knew them well of course
Less so sad a dog, a cat, a mouse, a rat a horse
But is it sadder a squashed adder on the road
Than a raptor, a pheasant or toad
Sadder to see a dead hedgehog maybe
Than a rabbit, badger, fox
Or a humble bumble bee
I, like many a guy, would happily squish a fly
Bugger the bugs with insecticide
Perfect apples for perfect for apple pie
Sadder a Rhino I think
If something has to go extinct
It’s a sadder fact though
If the least thing dies out
As the oil runs out
We’re probably fucked
There was an old woman who swallowed a fly
To this beautiful world, the saddest goodbye








If


If an old man with a sandwich board
Proclaims the end of the world
Best ignore him
Take no notice

If the world’s top scientists
Proclaim the same
Better take it on board
Take notice