let's play footsie with death again one little piggy two little piggy hickory-dickory TikTok rockets doomsday clocks ten seconds to midnight ten-nine-eight-seven-six little piggy how many nukes can a nuke-chuck chuck little piggy little piggy blow your house down I smell roast pork little piggy
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qbit 
The honest and sad truth behind your words is something I think many of us are questioning and feeling right now. It seems that some souls have no remorse, or regard for fellow humans. I think pig could be one word to call those souls. I always love how you can say something that is deeply serious in such a lighter way, that it makes us see it even more deeply. Always glad when you join in at the Muse Qbit!
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well that was uplifting, qbit 😉
(well written, Sir!)
-David
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Dark poem inspired by the new of the day…..somber and well said.
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.. ashes, ashes .. they all fell down.
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Wow. Perfect.
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I second the perfect Helen!
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I feel to be part of the careening herd. You capture the frantic nature of it, where harm could and is everywhere and no idea where shelter may be.
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I read this yesterday but I must not have had coffee yet or something, cos it seems I did not comment. How many nukes can a nuke-chuck chuck? I don’t know, but they can save up to 15% on car insurance except in the greater Pripyat area.
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That is… dark.
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Yes, but creamy and filled with chocolatey nougat.
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Btw, Blogger won’t let me add you to my side bar. That is, I can add you, but it just puts “quantumverse” down at the bottom along with another blog it has decided it doesn’t like, with no most recent post. 😦
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Thanks. Blogger and WP are like siblings who fight all the time.
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“let’s play footsie with death again”
As you say exactly. The game of power and invasion is invested with a dark heartless core.
Happy Sunday qbit. Thanks for for dropping by my blog today
Much💙💛love
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You too!
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Just the madness bubbling on the back burner. Have a cup.
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Ominous….dark times ahead
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The madness continues as we walk on shells…who has the better footing it seems.
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This should be in a movie script—a scene in which a madman is chopping off toes. Very Quentin Tarantino.
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Yes, this is very apt. This morning am watching civilians fleeing on foot, clutching their babies and dogs, being gunned down in the street. Absolutely unbelievable.
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The contrast between children’s stories, and the horrors of war was an incredible to write this. Makes for a very powerful poem.
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Thank you.
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I read it aloud..in german… changing each little piggy into a schwein.
Hope none was hearing me….
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Damn. That’s intense.
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