Tsar Bomba
I sit down
on the cold porcelain throne
and i think
would it happen now?
The contractions began
and the contraptions move.
the grand moment
as the brown tube shifts,
the great snake writhes,
and falls;
down;
down;
and further down.
A loud splash,
a spray of water
and the once great snake,
is no more.


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