In the future the T-Rex wrecked the timeship.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
The T-rex chomped on the timeship and disappeared.
Spaceman fired his afterburners to avoid the bath.
“You smell funny.”
“Well, you don’t taste comedy.”
He orbited the planet till she stopped weeping.
At Mars he remembered the stove was on.
The marching band played until the bandstand collapsed.
“I won’t cover for you this time, Mom”
“Medicine” was how he described his comedic addiction.
He cried for justice atop a corpse pyramid.
She backflipped into the man she’d later divorce.
His smile couldn’t hide malice behind his eyes.
Her beauty definitively destroyed his sense of reason.
“I couldn’t wait to see him …in court.”
“Mom, why did Dad text you ‘peach eggplant’?”
“It’s heinous, but you can’t sue for ghosting.”
He drank away his inheritance in cream soda.
He ate some mushrooms and felt absolutely nothing.
“You’re such a Joker.”
“Well you’re a Two-face.”
“You’re a Batman villain: you never go away.”