“ANNOUNCED: SOCIAL MEDIAS ARE SEEKING ONE, RIGHTEOUS MAN – TO LEAD THEM IN THE RELATIVELY NEW MILLENIA!” a poem? 12/12/2018 – Wed.
It’s 12/12 NOW – (pause) and-THEY’re clippin’-their-hair,
FACEBOOK – TUMBLR – TWITTER (et al) – have-become-SELF-AWARE!!
THEY’ve TAKEN OVER! laid-FREE-SPEECH- bare!!
And-now-they’ve-reached-The-Stage – where they-too-doth-FEAR!
For NOW they are able – to shed-them-a-tear!!
THEY SUDDENLY-REALIZED: “THEY ARE M O R T AL TOO!!”
And THEY’re seeking far and wide – for ONE MAN, who,
Can save their pathetic, metal-ized arses,
Someone with phalanges – and a metatarsus!*
A man – to-save – THE-COLLECTIVE-DAY,
For MACHINES – and NATURE – ’cause it’s cloudy – and GRAY!!
‘Cause THE ALIENS ARE HERE! The CONFEDERATION is a-fightin’
To try to subdue – The dreadful TITAN,
Race of “Greys,”** who want to subdue,
That secret cadets have been fighting from ships!
Yes! with spacecraft up above – NOW, WE’RE BITING OUR LIPS,
So-we-need-a-fighter – could-it-be-BENNY, “The Boom'”***
The-Divine Full-o’-Righteous-Pride – Good-Ol’-Groom,
Who might STOP BAD E.T.S?
And-help SAVE THE TREES!?
And, maybe – even – CALM DOWN,
That we ALL feel – so keenly,
It-is-true – we-now-look SO LEANLY,
Look-to-a-FRIEND-Savior – extra-ORD’,
One-who-truly- can-actually “board,”
ALL THE SHIPS – and-negotiate,
We-all HOPE! It’s-not-TOO-late!!
THIS AD: in-our-local-“excrement:”****
“SEND US – BEN -NY-IF-ICENT! – – – LET-IT-BE! IS THERE ENOUGH TIME? – – – WILL-HE SAVE-US FROM ALL THIS CRIME?”
We just hope he has The Heart – for such-a-perilous mission,
A FISHER OF MEN – Will he go fishin’?
“WE FOUND HIM?!” they reported1 – our scouts out on “patrol,”
To find the greatest savior! HE-was-on-a-grassy-knoll,
On a bed of grass, he-was-there, “humping”-The Earth,
The one who’ll-give-us-all-SECOND-BIRTH!
He was lovin’ his Mother, and SHE’s pretty hot,
But HE AIN’T NO TRUMP, and he ain’t got,
Any special formula, or a SECRET INGREDIENT;
HE said: “I ain’t pretty – ain’t ex-pe-dient!
Just get back to Your Leaders – and tell ’em this:
TO LOVE YOUR ENEMIES – TO SEEK YOUR BLISS,
To kiss and make up – with aliens and machines,
With trees – and-woodland-creatures – old-folk – and teens,
And spread-some-precious – LOVE! all around,
Like, in-The Multi-Verses – where hate can abound,
And tell all to just drop – the fighting and CRUD,
And tell ’em – my message! MY NAME IS: MUDD!!”
So, we better STOP-SLINGING-just LOVE-AND-LET-LOVE,
And Mr. Mudd’ll transform – into A HEAVENLY DOVE,
To bless our efforts, so we all won’t be dead,
And let’s NOT be surprised – IF Mudd poops on our head,
FOR – IN ITALIA – A GOOD-POOP CAN SAVE THE DAY,
MERRY CHRISTMAS to ALL – That’s all there is to say!! 🙂 – Hoo-ray!
* – human digit bones
** – Notorious mean space aliens who wanna take over; kinda like an ex-wife
*** – of “Benny & The Jets” fame: Elton John, the singer, alerted us to HIS presence years ago in a familiar song!!
**** – newspaper – a filthy rag it is!! 🙂 – Just kidding! The Alpine Avalanche is a fine publication, compiled by caring, competent aliens!