POEM: Atlantis Rules

Atlantis

The young Atlantean
The imprudent progeny
Of the now forgotten
Famed experimental physicist father
Was more infamous
Than his fabled land
In pawning his dad’s
And not taking his mother’s quiet advice
A lot on his plate
All mixed up
A recipe for disaster
Pasta touching antipasta
Fulminating in gastronomical proportions
Swallowing up his esteemed realm
And all that matter
Left for speculation
His lost continence
Embarrassingly flushed
Privy only
To his posterity
And enthroned
Being wiped out
As often is
Quite essentially mum

This short story of a poem is a take on a bad and the persistent mythology surrounding the lost continent of Atlantis, particularly the speculation about and the fascination with its epic demise.  The bad , really bad , is based on the of matter and anti-matter, popularized by sci-fi buffs; specifically, that when matter and anti-matter come into contact there is a huge explosion upon their mutual disintegration.  This tale both the epic significance of Atlantis’ demise and the oft-underestimated importance of mothers’ advice, stemming from the hand that rocks the cradle.

This poem is a good example of how my twisted works, connecting seemingly unrelated and themes into an epically dysfunctional which strangely resembles truths!  Of course, for those who find all of this difficult to digest, there is the perennial reference and about incontinence and other such eternally hilarious crudités.

Like the best of stories, this one is wrapped up neatly in untraceable , imploding upon itself in a climactic , quite deliciously epitomizing the myth’s .

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