We need the summer to pass us by
as it always has before
our memory of the smiles and joys
others had in years of yore
we'd prefer to remain alone and dour
but we join, never a single note sour:
we wouldn't want to spoil the mood
of summer's warm sunny hours
It seems the world insists that we
are something we can never be
which we cannot do and cannot see
but we're an odd anomaly
on that matter we do agree
but either way we are free
of burden and responsibility
the sly benefits of being nobody
We put the Mx in the mix
or call us M. Aick like we're a french poodle Dick
— M. Aick, il Perrx Francesx, Private Eye.
(or an irritating fly who always asks "why?")
it's the drugs that soothed and knocked us out
rum and weed provided safe redoubt
now our sober mind it shrieks and shouts
claws excoriate our own scalp
such unconscious tics leave little doubt...
we find it hard to fall down
gri ahtapot insists we go about our duties
plans involve rending, exploration, tearing new beauties
and shredding the great into edible plenties
passing through her beak to be encircled internally
this toroid-brained cephalopod's vision of peace and eternity
bewildered and baffled and battered by beauty
our day was assaulted by gentle kind words
no somos ningunxs por ningunx, creímos
pero ella no tomás nuestrxs tonterías
and our spirits took off like a bird
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