Gross Generation

by Sam M. Phillips

Sand and fog,

A bloody slog

Through dark desire,

Filth and fire,

Sire mutant offspring,

Bring the whole line to ruin,

Lust must be expressed,

Get undressed

And please me quickly,

Both of us malnourished and sickly,

Prickly clothes dropped,

Work has stopped

Just long enough

For our tough

Lives to be repeated,

We’ve created

The next generation

To fill our station,

A vile, subservient situation,

Slavery by any other name,

Who’s to blame

If they turn out the same

As their parents?

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Four years in the making…

Jammed packed with fun ideas, complex characters, and snappy sci fi stories…

My debut collection –

INFINITY AND I: Seventy Science Fiction Short Stories

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