Greetings, all. I hope you enjoy this, the odd poem and such I have to share.
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Pleasuring Dreams
They fell into a numbing sleep
Perchance to darkly dream
The kettle for their tea was boiling
The plants were rich and green
They stoned themselves on television
And marriage habits bad
Their sadness at declining Glory
Muffled 'neath the fads
Quizzical they were, then, when
Their children turned around
To bite the mouth that spoke of
How 'lone past was Glory found!
Their children wouldn't stop
Their God-damned noise about the tea!
And the sound of kettle boiling
Started sounding like a scream
They cringed, and spat, and plugged their ears
They chanted, fled, and toked
"Don't threaten me!" they barked out
And in their sleep they choked
For, in their dreams what bubbled wasn't water for nice tea
But Cyclopean basaltic city geometry
Rising, rising, rising from the bottom of the sea
And the bubbles coming up for air were ghosts of You...and Me
And that our salty water wishes could now only be
To helplessly invite you back to drink your emerald tea...
Pleasuring Dreams
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