Treasure Island

Tom Higgins

(Egremont)

Chances Are?


The likelihood of seeing,
a non-terrestrial, intelligent, being,
who greets you with a friendly wave, and,
announcing that his name is Dave,
he then asks you to take him to your leader,
is about as probable as hearing,
that the day is actually nearing,
when equality and fairness,
replace the general, couldn't care less
attitude which today is rather prevalent,
and which is actually quite malevolent.
What do you think,
dear reader?

Submitted: Tuesday, February 21, 2012

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  • Allen Steble (5/14/2013 6:26:00 AM)

    Very thought provoking and humorous this poem is, I enjoyed it and your right the chances of that happening is slim, if its not already the case, nicely written. (Report) Reply

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