Now I’m wondering if I’m suffering that killer plague of fear that’s our loudest alarm. Soon some John Doe will be eaten, what remains mutated by cosmic force we don’t understand until it’s the biggest piece of furniture
or anything in the office: the mass of a desk, computer, a whole IT station couldn’t compete with such a mountain of meat which is still expanding. Exponentially.
In order to avoid a less gruesome fate, nuclear
weapons are the one sure cure.
An ICBM won’t simply scratch it,
Adipose will vanish, disintegrated.
With no more war, nothing to fight,
We’ll only have added a novel new shade
To our great Northern Lights. Won’t that be rad?
Cool?
Hot?
Great?
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