Ten teens in a lollipop line Folk heroes by the by-and-by Black snakes the world around Fresh minted by the coiny kind Euphos usually have coin in mind Colonial poop a bacterial crew Philosophers have naught better to do Now our terrorists are homegrown Better treasures lie unknown Bed me down and turn in soon Humanity’s a rented room This poem was written by Sammy Dalati. Send an email to [email protected] to get in touch.