finding suddenly
the physics i've been trying to sell
for the past three weeks i
opened up eric. they said
it looked like the war on terror.
he's a windex prince now
with his filling falling out,
robed around him
like a soggy wheel.
we're gonna hop out
to the mountain where
precious metals are
sent to bleed.
quiet, eric.
quiet, son.
look at the pretty lights.
from above some white trees
the aliens look our
stupendous ways.
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