Bomb Shelter

Bomb shelter temperament. 

Bundling together the sandbags. I'm going

to bunker down. Dig deep in the ground.

Get the lantern on. 

No telegraph lines, cable time, 

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drama llama. It's all rather sober. 

Though I will accumulate enough alcohol

to obliterate me many times over. 

There are wars outside. Poverty,

pride. Thugs strutting through streets

and bandits in the banks. And the 

only people I can really say a nice word about

are the innocent Greggs ladies. 

Who kept me amply dosed with the coffee

de la roast, and croissants when I was too

fancy for toast. 

Even cutting down to the essential essentials

leaves the budget blitzed and the wallet bleeding. 

Can't photosynthesize what my spirit is 

needing. 

There's a deficit of soul 

in this world that I'm feeling. 

Like the Ukrainian army, I'm running out of ammo - 

from life's little battles, I retreat in my camo. 

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[c4ssiopeia]

this is really good! i like the blend of scary & serious imagery of bomb shelters, looters, etc with the almost satirical tone, like with "drama llama". also, you're a lot better than rhyming than i am, haha. i think my favorite line is "can't photosynthesize what my spirit is needing"