Nuclear Winter

Broiled friends defy description.
Nuclear cooking benefits only buzzards.
There’s a flash in the panhandle,
and Florida floats out to sea,
a theme park of ash.
Those who saw New York go
will not remember for the pain.
The west coast was all too easy
with its many faults.
Survivors flock to the midlands,
a dust-covered wastescape
where the sun is seldom seen
but the wind is constant.
Odds are the Australians
will be the last to die.

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