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three tears for the thumb war king
by hana lee

the year is two thousand and eighty.
and technology's surprisingly fading.
the soldiers have eaten all of their guns
and the world is peacefully waiting.

you see, the times have changed.
no more contracts or treaties arranged.
no more starving children in africa
or baby elephants caged.

for behold the thumb war king.
with a thumb that resembles swamp thing.
when evil world leaders are hungry to fight,
they fight in his thumb war ring.

[drumroll]

"and the winner is... King Thumb!"
his enemies' fingers are numb.
the crowds are filled with smiling faces.
long live peace, love, and freedom.

---

the year is two thousand one hundred.
the world is downright dumbfounded.
King Thumb was cutting his chicken pot pie
along with his strong thumb, "confound it!"

you see, now, the times will change.
world leaders will gladly arrange
their robots to eat all the women and pups
whilst explosions blast, bang, and rage.

cause, now, there's no thumb war king.
no winner to fix all things.
so when anyone comes, hungry to kill-
they'll do it, and do it with zing!









artists[ pot in dublin.