My head will explode,
It won't be pretty, I forebode,
They're waiting there, fictive bits to unload.
See the candle monk,
The steam, the pirate in his junk,
With the Bio, the Nano, they need more spunk.
They fight to get out,
In a Science Fiction tryout,
Word War! Shall I write them? Now, it's payback!
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PoetryWhen Poetry meets Science Fiction. A series of sci-fi inspired poetry...
