If I keep looking, I will See
More. And then, “You always seize
more!” sighed Mom. And then, “You’re the one who Makes Me Sneeze
More!” came out of both My Mouth and
Nose. And I said, “Sew Morn. As you Spy
On!” Then she tells me, “So. Mourn for a Slice, Son.” And there she was with all those flies
on. Into my face, A Pie Fell On. I told her, “You sure are a Felon.”
That’s when you told me that You
are a Boulder Person than me. But,
No! No!
You are a Pebbler Person than me.
You sure Sand it and I can’t stand it.
You think you are so Rocky. You
are even Fossil Less.
So, I said, but not misled, or
missiled “Society or So! I Eat Yee.”
And you responded, “So, Lie It To
Me. I’ll Die because you are so mean to
me.”
I replied, “Just Snow My Feet,
Ye!”
You asked me, “Is this a
Candelabra or do we Cancel Life Bro?”
I answered, “I Can’t Limit It.
` I Won’t Limit It Without You
You Can’t Limit It Anymore.”
Then you went questioned, “Is that my more? Maybe this is my morse code. It really is my more itch cold. That makes my more rice cone. Boy, my more lice are bold.”
That’s when we thought we went to
Parks and Recreation, but it turned out to be
darks and re-creation. I was
afraid about those Darts and Refibrillations.
Joining us was Simon, or was that See
Moan? Anyway, Simon Says, “And See More Pays.”
I just thought it was a Sea Murmur.
That was when I walked around and
started to dig what I saw. And I sawed
the branch off that tree so I could dig that hole. And I am not a worm and this is not a golf
course. Although I do like a Tea. I don’t like Tea Too Beat Tubes.
You told me, “I want to be The
Best To Worst, but not The Vest Too Forced.
I’m a Guest to You Warts. And You
just Guess I’m a Forest. You are Just a
Jest. I thought I wasn’t Just. You’re so Cold. You claim You are Justice but You are Just Ice.”
That made me build a small room at
the top of an elm tree in my back yard.
I climb up the trunk and I sit in the room during afternoons after
school and read my school books and do my assignments.
I noticed that my neighborhood is
a chemical in a city. And that city that
is a part of the membrane of my planet, Earth, which is a cell in the body of
our solar system which is in the neighborhood of our universe. Boy, I sure want to go on a vacation in
another neighborhood.
Instead of a University, I got
schooled in the Universe. There is the
Andromeda Galaxy, Large Magellanic Cloud, Small Magellanic Cloud, and the
Triangulum Galaxy. Colorverse
They are all
versing each other.
Shenaverse verses Lȍmaverse.
Thingverse versus Trumpverse.
Crowdverse viruses Kapaverse.
Moneyverse worsens Umicronverse.
Törmäysverse curses Gastraverse.
Rustverse sure says Muonverse.
Inframuonverse turns red Mesomuonverse.
Ultramuonverse hits the head of Necroverse.
And their constant using keeps
getting odder and odder.
After I graduated, I gravitated to
the Gastraverse in order to work on pulping magnetism through to various
Schwarzschild Singularities. They pay
well with cosmic dust. We are bossed by
that local, Magnetar, and I phytoplanktonate what is being passed to the next
department.
I will keep ferric aluminum in the
needed amounts to every partial particle that we are radioactively responsible
for. I will also talk to other
Muonverses who are radiated in order to build these soon to be transportated icon ions to those wrestled
of the under verses, you and I fear says, unit doer says.
You and your cartwheel keeps on
churning the chemically induced roller blading of not called beings that
dislike the particles in the meteoric cloud dust we claim to make money from.
I just got to rage:
Rock
Bottom or Rockets Got ‘Em
Hail
those Rockettes
Seventy
Six Long Years In My Big Swamp Glade
A
Hundred And Ten Low Lifes lost Behind
Ollie,
Ollie, Stanly’s Glee
A
Marriage or A Mirage
Is
that your age
Or My
Rage?
Freeze
a Jacket Good Fellow
Fleas
are Jolly as your Fellon
Pay
attention
Or
Stay At Tension
Attempt
and Shun!
That made you ask me, “Are You Nosferatu? Or, Nose On Furry Toes?”
And I replied, “Why, Old
Child? You think you are a Wild Child!”
You asked, “Do Worship or are you
a War Ship?”
I answered, “This is the Worst
Shift.”
You said, “It is just while You
are On This Ship.”
I asked, “Why Are You being so
Selfish?”
And you questioned, “Are You Asking If I Am A Cell Fish?”
I said, “I don’t even Sell Fish!”
You gave it to me, “You sure do
Smell Like Fish.”
I said, “You better call the weed
man!”
You hit back, “You’re pretty weedy
yourself.”
I said, “In your car you’re so
speedy that I am now bleedy.”
You told me, “That car did not
give me a caress. You are careless. And
now you have a spare less.”
And again, I said, “You sure are
selfish!”
You replied, “You call me Cell
Fish? Your belongings in that Cell are
not your Wish!”
I told you what I felt about that,
“Well, I’ve got to call someone for you.
All the others would run away.”
And you gave me, “I sure hope
those otters run soon.”
Now we chorused:
“The Earth is the
Moon running around the Sun.
Milk Weed
Milk Weed
Hello Jello Milk
Weed
Milk Weed
Milk Weed
Eat Us Up, Yum
I see two Snouts out to Kill us
with Two Shots.”
And the group down the hall sang:
“Dead Heads
Dead Heads
Shoot Those Moldy
Phony Dead Heads
Dead Heads
Dead Heads
They Beat Us Up,
Scum.”
That was when the business owner photographed
some film lead out to make a movie. He didn’t want to send it to another
company. He did not know what to do to
develop it in.
He asked us, “In What?”
And we told him, “In Developing
Fluid.”
A customer of his said, “You think
you are Scary, you Hairy Larry! You are
just Moe’s long haired Trick. Are you on
Recess? “
He shallowed down and said, “No, I’m on a Cess Pool.”
That customer said, “You Sell Luncheon Making Bricks.”
And my co-worker snickered, “So you are on a Looney Much Eating Kick.”
My department then sang out:
“You Self Fooly.
Me you make Sick.
Salt launch your assault you crunch.
You buzzed me.
You’re a fly.
No, don’t apply.
You Tick.”
I then asked, “Is that the
funniest ever I quoted?”
And you answered, “No, you are the phoniest ever anyone noted.”
I said, “Shut Up And Let me answer my phone.”
You went on again, “Are you claiming you are the funniest, when
you aren’t even a foam neck rest?”
I sighed, “Rest?
Arrest? Are you wrestling with me?”
You told me, “I heard you claim, ‘I’m Perfect.’ But, no!
You are Imperfect!”
I said, “You Finally Admit, You are the Imp we
Reject!”