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| 2009-11-12 |
| Verse ~ "The Gallery" and "Why We Were Not Invaded" |
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THE GALLERY
In the museum of our lives
What room would house you?
Modern, Natural History? Antiquities?
All souls start as light and shadow
Color is added by memory
Who we are is what we represent.
Most souls remain abstracts
WHY WE WERE NOT INVADED . . .
They sent news crews from the void
That idiot species from beneath
Our attention spans are legend
But these creatures talk for pleasure
Imagine that if you can
Tongues wagging across the universe
We have quarantined that sector as cosmic
Rot as the quarter of perpetual boredom
I swear the words they say could fill a balloon
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