by Nick Gisburne
The water we supply may not be quite
The shade you were expecting it to be
A spillage in the system, overnight
Was flagged at Sludge Recycle Station Three
If grains of gristle, bone, or clotted blood
Are swimming in your morning cup of tea
A brief but soothing psychedelic flood
Will send your mind to space, completely free
The side effects are classified ‘unknown’
But sudden death is lurking on the list
Remember that your government has shown
Disdain for painful symptoms which persist
Insanity will not excuse your debt
Consider this a first and final threat
