Saturday, October 3, 2015

I Shot The Sun

       "I Shot The Sun"



I shot the sun with a gun.


The sky turned black.

Earth turned into another cold planet.

Without any air to breathe.

All it's inhabitants fell down dead.

There was no news to speak of.

Nothing heard or spoken.

This suited me fine.

No more songs to rhyme.

Lost was all time.

For all eternities acted in a mime.

This is a sublime tragedy that turned into the divine.

Behind this puzzle was a human's autistic muzzle.

My many roughs gallons liquor in a guzzle.         



By Jonathan Billet - On A Hot September 19TH In The Year 2015.

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