Here’s part one of this poem that I recently converted to a song while I learn how to play the guitar. I have a channel by the same name, so if you like, please subscribe!
last night i was abducted by some aliens and we partied
with trans-dimensional booze, which they ingested through their
rear-end fissures, for they did everything the opposite of humans –
they spoke in melodious auto-corrected farts,
walked backwards and shat before they ate
they devoted themselves to a lifelong pursuit of
despair and loneliness.
Their delicious transdimensional drinks were secret oral laxatives
designed to probe the anus of my spirit – my mouth.
~
So what makes humans love each other?
Fear – we fear being alone, unloved, un-understood, unrealized,
we fear rolling into oblivion like a rock into an unending well –
no splash, no echo, no one to witness.
“Chill, chill ho” they said,
Ho, short for “human-bro” is what they called me.
~
“We have a plague back home” they screamed –
a plague of happiness and contentment:
we are spontaneously turning into stones – while driving, while sleeping
and even while fucking.
~
in my trans-dimensional drunkenness, i offered them the
zero-one commandment of despair,
designed to deliver them from all good.
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Tune in next week for trans-dimensional booze – part 2, to find out what happens after this!
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