one can almost see
the entropy felt by a galactic bastard
smoldering in that empty hole labeled "soul"
wait a while
our fatherless child
might slip some crystal lenses
onto his crooked nose
watch bicycle spokes
and stars shoot by
that shitty windows 95 screensaver comes to mind
oh oppression
disdainfully he presses down on the lever
marked carefully "operation microsoft freedom"
a penguin climbs aboard
soon the thirst will come
when it does, all that will be found in the fridge is
condiments
the tap broke long ago
only sand comes out now
but anyway
the penguin asks, "would you like to keep your
left click capabilities?"
the reply is a trickle of drool
some days the milkman's boy
likes to land his ship
he might visit walden, or take a stroll through
sleepy hollow
now and then, he shows off his hairy feet
down in the shire
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