Poem, Food, Aliens, Theft
Conservation of Trash
January 29, 2025
it’s been sixteen hours
the swearing hasn’t stopped
the aliens have landed
they’ve stolen fruity pops
they’ve up and re-ascended
paying not a dime
achieving stately light-speed
from daylight savings time
we don’t mind losing cattle
we don’t mind all the probes
but bring us back our fruity pops
we’re cursing both your lobes
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