Nasty Situation

It was a nasty situation
It was a gasoline soaked rag
It was a world class conflagration
It was Jupiter in drag

Ahem

Gully cats creep through the dark rubbing flanks against the stones
Grandkids dandled in the night by a fire ringed with bones
The last mastodon dies slow, trumpeting and alone
A spaceship spreading spores arrives, melting through the snow

There was sweaty soaked frustration
There was phlegm upon his hands
There were bad tax implications
There was a hassle and a half

Hmm

Entrails in the topiary feed a flock of birds
Paper cranes soaked in the rain eaten by the worms
Glands exuding Crystal Lite growing into fur
Brigands taking turns delight, celebrate a birth

There was chardonnay in crystal
Placenta in a pan
There were hills bristling with missiles
There was ambergris on tap