Curl your tongue towards your throat
to keep the tears from running over.
Weep privately if you must.
We stout of heart,
have the wimps think we're made of iron.
we, as soft and as absorbent as surgical cotton.
In the face of certain meltdown,
keeping up appearances
is the essence of courage.
Kiss goodbye Martha's Vineyard and the Blarney
It was nice to have known them.
The day of reckoning is upon us.
From Queensland to Nantucket
the oceans are swimming inland.
To the highlands, let us be going.
Keep content the ignorant a while longer.
Stay dry, you chosen people
Moses did when the sea he parted.
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