Armageddon & Other Recipes

Comic books

Won’t do for cooks,

When the famine comes.

Shiny shoes,

Soaked in stew,

Will make the children glum.

Exchanging Gold for Bread,

Or Silk for Milk, instead—

As spokesmen chit

& anchors chatter

Tellin’ nations what’s the matter ...

SpaghettiOs,

Like old Van Goghs,

Will cost a million dollars.

Dried-grass tea,

Served with fleas,

Will make the hungry holler.

Exchanging Gold for Bread,

Or Silk for Milk, instead—

As spokesmen chit

& anchors chatter

Tellin’ old folks what’s the matter ...

Sipping juice,

Made from spruce,

Will taste like turpentine.

Cardboard pulp,

Bought in bulk?

Let’s chew on, as we dine.

Watching people die—

Saucers in their eyes—

As spokesmen chit

& anchors chatter,

Licking crumbs from party platters.