Atomic Life

By Andrew Paul McEwen

I play jumprope with power lines

Its twirlers be those divine.

My World's window is stained glass,

Reflecting my mind's clarity has passed.

I swim in my pool when it rains,

Lightning's touch can only bring gains.

I shower eighteen times a day,

The water's filth I must wash away.

All of this I live through and endure,

Everyone should live like this, poor Thomas More.

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