Fluffily Flappin' Societal Equilibrium deranged angels
flapping their fluffy wings as they sing
they bring muffins to me
and I chomp them dry of
pineapple flakes
and everything else that was into them baked,
and the angels jump high on a
shish-kabob stick
and hold a roast of
the Establishment
cuz they think John Ashcroft is ugly and it got so hot that
they got so cold that
all the religions got old
humans were replaced by robots
whose machinery makes funny noises
beeb bop borkle bink
and they can’t drink water cuz it
electrocutes
they can only drink gasoline,
the finest quality available, imported straight from Arabia
or if feeling multi-cultural
British petrol tea,
and because they are computers
they serve
never swerving from
the grasp of the asp that is
Satan baitin’ his fish as he throws a wish into the constantly craving sea