Efi Hatzimanolis #58 Today Tomorrow (after Robbie)

Malcolm Turnbull, there’s been no rain     yet 
the sewers are overflowing
     in the land of your ilk and money,
the last few nights have been dry, a light show
of storms out to sea. The oceans boiled dry on Mars. 
But tomorrow,
the Sun shall rise over the rising sea
level together with me and we’ll salute the Space Station, 
breathe in the capsules of uranium’s pure air,    
some espresso pods of oxygen to go,
and have a Coke    we know it to be pure and safe, 
nothing can live in it.