Chaos Poetry Time

I like to play with words. That being said, it’s time for a poem:

“Chaos Poetry”

I watched a mime get hit by a truck

Too much speed, not enough luck

He didn’t make use of the time he’s got

If he were a dog, his name would be Spot

Radiation in the Atmosphere

God, I hope it doesn’t come over here

If it does, it may cause harm

If I’m really lucky, I’ll finally get that third arm

Aliens in Space are avoiding us

Confusing we are, unable to suss

One day we may meet them out there

By then I’ll be dead so it’s hard to care

A page at a time a book is written

One then two until the last

To Createspace and Amazon the manuscript goes

What was once the Future then becomes the Past

This poem has gone on too long

If it had music, it might have been a song

I’ll say one thing if it’s the last I do

This kind of chaos is hard to undo