Calamity Rabbit

Substance for the ill equipped
Contrived from rabbits holding hand grenades
Oh, it is too late. All hard boiled ready for requests
None of them wanting to watch the other
Just me waiting, whistling encores of retribution.

The slow and meek survive to inherit
Having the cruellest of plans
Sending strong God given rights to die
For them, a blind hate never ceases
A comedy act ever growing to have no flowers.