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Shady Hades in the Sun Don't shoot the messenger, as they say, But Mercury is not welcome up there; Icarus could have swam to the sun In This, uh! super-saturated air. Though the units can be seen, it moves Like One living, vibrating, gluttonous mass; It fills the streets in its annual Regime; The Clogged Arteries let no Red ant pass. Taxing me ‘til I'm completely Spent, Or It can abandon me Unemployed; Claimed or Unclaimed with no worlds between, While Either Elected I'd be destroyed. I need a Change but have tried them all, While I know Heads you win and Tails I lose; The Coin is tired of being tossed So I'll go where I do not have to choose. |
Additional Notes:
2)Mercury: a pun, he was the messenger of the gods, and as in a thermometer
3)Icarus: Greek Mythology. The son of Daedalus who, in escaping from Crete on artificial
wings made for him by his father, flew so close to the sun that the wax
with which his wings were fastened melted, and he died when he fell into
the Aegean Sea.
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)arteries: streets
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