who can bear more wailing about
hundreds of afternoons slumped on a
mound of sand with a single palm
tree tall and straight & quick home to
my mother the microwave quick
Gilligan’s Monkees Dream of What’s Diff’rent
Happening!! The Jeannie I Favorite
Strokes My Martian Island all better than
me cornered with their oh so funny
no escape Flintstones or fucking
Scooby-Doo, I do hate you but
I kept it shut as instructed
and when old enough for the key, you see
it’s more cheap food and laughter, canned
Tag: food
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you forget how peculiar
you get in deep space and if not
for the neglected maintenance
schedules we would not be in
such a childishly canceroustrap but for each recopied day
we still get one tepid shower
and food that will inspire no song
nevertheless the mattress isbetter than advertised so we
could drop one of the class-action
lawsuits and sink a little morebut instead let’s try again to
find those lights you’ll learn to call home
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though the team was broken up we still hoped that somehow we would triumph over the league of loners though we were weak and needed supplies and spicy food with which to regain our competitive edge and as the day finished drawing obscene doodles in the clouds through the gaps in the tall buildings we occasionally glimpsed the blimps of our enemy scanning for weaknesses to exploit though this all feels like ancient history since the hastily written but iron-clad armistice ushered in the new golden age no one really wanted
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