The waking ones dont recognize the woken world
Its as bad-natured as them till it gets its coffee
It rolls the watery covers off to the continents
With indecipherable volcanic grunts
Mama Sun glares at her lethargic child, moving dangerously close;
Papa Moon skims the paper in resignation
Headlines blare out the childs awakening
Cities are popped like pimples
Forests itched away impatiently
And the people left still argue
Did he sleep for 6000 years, or much longer?














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Peace.Love.Unity.Respect
If the world were backwards, we would still all just be lits in the shitterbox.
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