(or cafetale rojo & the ladybug temperament)
the hollowed moon shone with all it’s shallow might
and the cliquish stars danced gleefully in all their light
i met a ladybug and he flipped me off
because i disturbed his nap simply with a loud cough
i cried only one tear as i turned to flee
and the red-letter butterflies stuck their tongue out at me
my weepy flight seemed a-blur
because the drinking-straw forests were ripe with fur
i ran by the village people, the tortoise and hare
but only the mushroom king seemed to care
with a raspy whisper he formed my name
as my eyes met his i could clearly see
his eyes burning blue flame
his smile as a snowy sea
he stopped my tearless journey
and he put his arm around me
the mushroom king dried the tears inside
he smiled and told me it’d be alright
Ladybug is a temperamental fellow,
said the king of the mushrooms
his flights of fancy have been disturbed
by the corruption of johndeer fumes
so drink your juice with a grain of salt
and fly your kite with a charming moose
because christmas will come to a halt
and midnight will be turned loose
black will be white and red will be clean
but the coffee fields forever glean
my nostrils will breath cocoa fire
i’ll free my meadowlark from its cellophane cage
i’ve lifted you from the slimy myre
and jellybean footprints have become all the rage
upon my potter’s wheel you’ll find perfection
so sweet and hefty like a italian confection
dry your eyes oh little one
and taste of my shrooms….
six years ago i was eleventy-eight
i saw things clearly through a vaseline haze
my eyes were potato-peeled and i saw the light
but the sheeps in the shop cared only to graze
daintily, simply, quickly, melody
the hollowed moon filled with cheese
it’s crust was covered with a paste of marshmallow
she hollered with mother’s voice
and her cry was no longer shallow
i turned to the moon, my eyes bleeding
a heaving, relieving sigh left my lungs
i bowed my knee to the mushroom king
all of the candied apple forest confessed
i professed his majesty with my tongue
hail, the mushroom king, hail.
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I have no idea what all this means. I was trying to be random.
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