Random Poem (Monday, 24th November 2014)

.
old Dieschere was a spaceman
quite tried and true
that is untill he became
a dutch man and deutchmann too
.
now he sits in his room
tanked to the gills
the thought of seeing stars
simply giving him chills
.
once a man of cutting wit
seems now he has traded safety for it
soon to be he will be going home
space stations are not for lack wits
.
and the tranquilizer
gave him terminal fits
turning the welcome home
party into a wake

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(dieschere = the scissors)

~~~~Round-1, Challenge-2
Group 1
Genre: Drug Poem
Location: A space station
Object: Scissors
Group 1: