Plan B
PLAN Bthe general tore, into
ribbons and confetti,
Plan B
'I dont believe in such...
tripe' he bellowed
'what we do, we will
do with... conviction
sincerely and uncompromisingly'
so they marched,
the General , his captains and
corporals, and their
privates, plus all the soldiers,
right off a cliff
without parachutes
some grew wings through
evolution magic and divine
intervention, but those who
were unfit, unmagical, and unpious
dashed themselves on the
rocks below
in the resulting bodily melange
the general's broken figure
considered plan B
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