Oh momma,
There are some children roaming,Â
Having been breastfed far too long,Â
Masquerading as happy young adults,Â
Rotten old as milk spoiling in a cushion,Â
Curdling further up your nose to stink,
And making you feel sick in your gut,Â
Always needing a mother to torture,
So they can go suck their dirty thumb.
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They never learned to talk it out openly,Â
To reveal their honest love for others,Â
So now they only prank infantile stank,Â
To try conceal their own rancid smells.
Hmm, Mary, this one’s just a little too far gone,
Heaven’s angels won’t be blessing it for long.
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So no con-descending alien encounters please,
It might get stuck in light and beam on our ship.
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And the last time we ascended one up to heaven,
They quarreled for two thousand years to come,
Conquering the other to uphold the same ideal.
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Clearly, this one in particular is a full-on basket case,
But maybe a basket full of cases might be kinda fun,
So lets round up a limelight crew to spew odd takes,
So we can supervise our thinking all over this place.
Meow, I nap a lot because I've been running so long…and my inner eye is tired.
But go on, take another quick shot, it's fun watching aliens play at being human!
But honestly, I just don't know,
My netweb psychosis been acting up again,
So I might be running around all schizophreny.
But maybe there's a leak in my room cause its getting real gassy,
And right now I feel like an alien up so high that I must be flying,
A wandering brain without grounded body, roaming far spaces.