Twas the dawn of a new Era.
A slab of Blot stands before it's time.
Dozens of preventive
Hominids glare and sigh.
The monolith glows and bloats.
To deliver a riddle from inside.
Suddenly the slab falls and dies.
Life is but a ride.
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Quizzical Poems
PoetryA collection of colorfully dark and comical poems. Fun factoid for the first one "Who Dwells in Dreämland" I wrote this poem during a dark depression in Christmas 2014. That lasted for days. My depression and nightmares were clashing hard this time...
