The creator
of your future
Sits comfortably
At a
worn
Lime colored
kitchen table
Made into a
modified Desk
with
Lions heads
at his feet
Smoking
invisible cigarettes
And sipping
on virgin martinis
As
Your setting
becomes a
Moon of mars
inhabited by
Small giraffes
And miniature
orangutans
As you
Eventually
Graduate
into a
doctorate
In science
to cure humans
From being
As bad as history
has predicted
So that we can
At some point
in The future
say
We finally
And humanely
Figured
out how to
Really enjoy
all this
God damned
Fun.
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