“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Friday, June 10, 2016
A Broad Cast: Carbon Copies
This is a test,
this is only a test.
If this were a real catastrophe,
instructions would follow.
This test is a measure to decrease alertness,
required by the Prevention Committee to spark
vigilance and fear, consistently in support of
Public Welfare. Watch the ticker
for more minute details about your
nether region and up dates.
Consider fleeing with your family,
as if this were a true tragedy,
remain orderly in fashion
ably late-
If then
run for your Life,
but you must stop
copying the answers
and putting your name on it.
Image By Partridge, Rondal, 1917-, Photographer (NARA record: 8464464) (U.S. National Archives and Records Administration) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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