MOAR

a barb on the wire

a signature on paper

a flame in the fire.

Or There.

Neither green or fare

Or rabbit or hare

I am just a bear.

For they desire to fly a muse.

Relating to the dictation of masters of past ages.

They know not the powered spell they choose.

Down in the park.

Coming around to talk up many larks

and see many paths to take many looks.

Poke my nose through the crannies;

And investigate all nooks.

For this is a day to know

From a week to remember

To a year from now

Where will you go

Hour, minute, second

Take count of this account

Take time to slow down

Rest your mind and;

Make clocks.

Rise up against the bad capital government.

Burn villagers and rape their white women!

Dumb dull dimwitted idiotic neanderthal

full of holes like swiss cheese and old granny shoes

stinks like cabbage

YUCK

THE SPACE

RAVAGED

SHOT LIGHTED

CAPTAINED GROWTH OF THE CELIBATE EON!

What's up?

And what is down, too.

Also what is over there.

And what's going on here.

I can't keep doing this.

We're going that way fast.

Follow me?