
I slipped a sheet between its teeth,
which it gobbled it up like a feast...
It conjured up an ugly face,
gritted its teeth, ripped and churned,
the sheet into reams of lace
I shoved some more, it spat again,
relentlessly, with angry fangs!
I chuckled, it minced,
confidential papers into unrecognisable bits...
Oh the mighty paper shredder God,
will you help the underdogs?
Will you eat up Monsanto's lists
of farmers financially unfit,
and those who are wrongly accused
of saving seeds like their grandfathers would...
Would you shred into bits,
dams that mar and mines that scar
the Earth with wounds and ugly pits?
Would you tear apart the nets,
that catch too much fish,
and rubbish the rest...
Or sieve all the garbage out,
ahem, I mean the ugly lot
of political and bureaucrats...
and feed them to big fat rats?
Oh mighty paper shredder God,
will you eat up all the crap,
and spit 'em into outer space
until there isn't a trace
of the stupid human race...
2 comments:
:D :D :D
ilike! ilike!
...and so replied the mighty paper shredder...
i shall i shall, do all as u ask...
even though they're too many a task...
as soon as someone fixes my jam...
and gets me a tooth pick to fix my fangs :P
Hehehhe...! Danke :D
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