My Posh Pod
by Rachel Hoyt
The walls would be navy
with sparkles attached
and padded so comfy
that new dreams would hatch
while everything outside
just crumbles and melts
and my smug, non-chapped hide
enjoys petting felt.
If I spent a million
or more to survive,
that saving dominion
would comfort and guide.
No pod pink slip will wear
my name in dry ink
until it can compare
to a human link.
With soft straps to hug me
and knowledge to teach,
my pod 'pop' would be the
dream cash helped me reach.
© 2012
Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved
Many are planning and building, hoping they survive
the end of the world... but would you want to be alive?
poetic
news about Santa Barbarians talking back
not if i had to live in a pod....ha....err....i think some dead mayan is rolling over in his grave laughing...
ReplyDeleteHehe. I am glad at least some of us can laugh about "the end of the world". I think I too would prefer not to live in a pod... or in a desolated world. :)
DeleteWOW! I don't think I could handle living in that small of a space nor would I want too. haha
ReplyDeleteIt would be quite tough to live in such a small world! :)
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