noway plz dont say

90 degrees on the tops of trees

i fixate strange clouds in a succession

they trickle downward

as i press a button

slurpy and glurpy

tell tales behind my back

they make nummy num faces

and chew on cows

out of big bowls gigantic stargazers

droop sadly for our entertainment

we are at the edge of our seats

in dramatic enjoyment

i am floppy and buoyant

enjoying every minute of this

hostile environment

laughing loudly at the horror

the seconds make way unto minutes

pronounced by the loud shouts of time

and we recognize him by his odd hat

as time tends to wear such things

time says something like:

“its coming on three minutes now” or

“it’ll be a half hour soon” and i’m

growing bored of him

he seems to think i want to hear

his opinion but i hate him

i feel grim, i am a button to be pushed

he is slapping me around with his personality

my thoughts turn from cherry to grape

the walls are very thin, and i am within them

neighbors shout in different languages

but what do they say?

im so sour with delight

i squeal with muddy zeal

ill let you pulverize my eyes

and then cover them with ice

we are here to watch you wear

those tantalizing skirts

spin and spurt

before us

oh plz give me greaze

oh my plate keep me safe

from your harm, im becoming

something else, very soon.