The screen asked if you are, “Okee Dokee?”
You stared back and said loudly,
“No! Go Pee Dopey!”
Your working pal told you, “You sure
are a Honey Donkey.”
And you told her, “You’re the One
Two Be a Monkey.”
You both tested it out, I agreed
that you can see and hear it, and then we went back to work. In our work, each rotation, during the
periods that we are told we are also at
work. That Coupled Field keeps trying to
go along with your co-worker, Self Propagation, following the work schedule
told to us by the Perpendicular Motion,
supposedly for our business, the Radio Waves, in order to sell their products
to various Shaking Electron Charges.
A purchasable material we were told
we must build with is Freddy Frog. That is now added to our outcomes of Ted
Toad, Ted Toed Toad, Cindy Snake, French Frog, the Look Up Cicada, along with
our original, Cheek Toe Crunchy Cheezies.
Our current work manager who orders us to build sellable
materials, Mr. Gas Entry. The company we
work for is Accumulated Dusts. Our associated
building teams are Ionization and Metal Collection Plates.
I remember when we were told to work
on the department passing Calcium, Carbon, and Oxygen. My fellow workers, Hydrogen, and Nitrogen
stood along with me at the assembly line.
Calcium, Phosphorus, and Potassium, workers from nearby departments,
demonstrated to us what we needed to do to our soon to be sellable atomic
particles.
Hydrogen and I put some Helium,
Iron, Nickel, Silicon, and Ammonia together to build Trace Elements for our
manufacturer view screen, Jupiter. And
we were told to buy and add in Strontium, Iron, Iodine, and Manganese so more
buyers would be interested in what we built during our daily works.
Perpetual Motion told us to pick up
various packages in order to build what are advertised as main elements in the
Human Body. Four Main Primary pieces:
Oxygen, Carbon, Hydrogen, and Nitrogen.
My fellow workers put these together in order to produce the scheduled
sellable items that our bosses boss demanded.
The advertising papers implied that
we use fairly good Major Minerals such as Calcium, Phosphorus, Potassium,
Sulfur, Sodium, Chlorine, and something the potential buyers call
Magnesium.
Our everyday deliveries give us
things that the Boss’s Boss says are main elements in something called the coral reef. Structural materials that the various
officers demand that we had to buy to get sellable work done: We agreed with Sir Major Element, and said we
have plenty of Sodium, Chlorine, and
that advertised stuff the papers call Sulfur.
We don’t even consider them as Trace Elements.
To display what we expect people and
other beings to decide to buy from us we built what are main and what are
partial and we are calling elements in the TV advertisement called
Jupiter. That is the place where this
company will sell the crafts that their owned workers worked to get built. Main
Elements: Methane, Hydrogen Sulfide, and
several Hydrocarbons.
Each day we need to make available
to companies that buy stuff several advertisements that describe the actions
and communications between the in the
customers called ‘Work Force’ and various beings that think they manage to come
to something called a solar system and exist in their own entertainment devices.
Planetary Occupants who are commanded by but think they
command Coupled Fields, Self-Propagation, Perpendicular Motions here and there,
Radio Waves heard hear, so there, and several Shaking Electron Charges.
What the advertising managers tell
us that is ‘life’ but is really ‘basaltic lava’, whatever that is. It is not that we have physical existences,
worlds to live on, or even lives to live.
Attacking biological devious functions guard haled insects jumping kneed
loud mothed nameless octagons playing quickly rather scorpion teams varying
whatever xysts yawn zestfully.
Ginger Snaps,
Blood and
Chocolate,
Or Wes Craven’s
Curse,
Hypertrichosis,
Byzantium!
And the Jupiter
echoed to Earth:
Going to be a Monster
Soon
Waiting in my grave for
the next Full Moon
Eruptions make me a
mountain soon
Those were the slays
And to laugh when you
are dead
Veins are dried and my
teeth are red
Minister, you can scare
me with your cross again
Digging in!
But we all think we are a hip cat or
dog on an aural trip. Your names are ‘The
Mummy’ and ‘Mothman.’ But you really are
Reptoids, the Jersey Devils. We call you Rougarou and Lobizon and your
friends are Galipote and Lugaru. Your
boss is Faoladh.
There you go, tunneling under the road between a
field and a stream. You think I am six
or seven and sitting on a rock eating my lunch.
If any of you see me, I’ll have my paws at my ankle. Just look down and someone may look up as a sandwich. Go ahead, tear off of piece of chicken, hold it in two
fingers, and try to eats it. You say you
are sharing the chicken and lettuce from that sandwich with your neighbors. I’ll just saw me a casket and bury myself
across the road to not get run over by cars.
You keep on building something to hide your tunnel.
I
am now springing on a log, sunning myself in Acid Awful Moss Creek. Is that a rhesus monkey? I am Rh positive it is.
For
life on Jupiter, we’re paid
With
the images we worked to get made
Magnetism
keeps holding us up
Atomic
Protons keep scolding us erupts
Like
a Photon in a radioactive cell
That
radiation within what sounds like
Science.
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