False Atlas
by Leneil Shackelford
He spins the globe with an insane velocity
No one at all can fight this monstrosity
He does it quite easily, as if earth is quite small
But no one can stop him, no one at all
We do not know why he’s here today
But we know what he’ll cause––pain and dismay
And we do not know how he achieved this power
But alas does it matter? This is our final hour
So we tumble and fumble and fall to the ground
As Brock turns the earth
Around and around