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[title] => The Future King Of The Planet Moon
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[bodytext] => Come here baby Come here my child I’ll tell you the story of my life While I still got some insurance filed I was born naked, toothless and bald With an ugly little smile I said, “I do” when I was twenty And committed suicide on a pretty little aisle I earned one dollar to the boot Every spring, summer, winter and fall That’s four dollars a year if you bad at math Now ain’t that having a ball? A few days later, I stole a big black horse Who had teeth as white as snow He flirted with the animals at the local farm And that’s how I had me a new cow with nothing to owe I used to brush mah horse’s teeth And pick up some cowshi…‘beep’ Then I hired an assistant to help me Who said I should start thinking something deep Later, my assistant lent me 20 dollars And I started thinking like a loon I had a gallon or two of beer And bought one sq cm of land on the moon The next day I woke up with a headache And showed my wife the agreement of sale She kissed me on the cheek and kicked me in the, ahem Next I saw her was with Jimmy, who served the ginger ale So there I was, lonely and sober Drinking glass after glass of free milk I had to do something new in my life Like selling swimsuits made of silk But that didn’t work out either And I started thinking of a new gold mine But since I knew, I was out of beer money I brought a new machine and started making moonshine The sheriff came in one day, his guns raised “Why you little no good piece of illegal it!” “Just makin me some moonshine” I said As if, I was doing something fine and fit Chewing grass and scratching mah butt I stood there behind the bars A man came in wanting to by my land on the moon Instead of the lake he owned on Mars I refused his offer and finished my term And came out as a man who had learned his lesson So I left the country and moved in to the city I grew me a beard and became a mason I started making the white house building For the Mattel fake Toys Company limited I started earning a lot of money From the plastic toy buildings I made But then came sudden huge earthquakes And all cracked up and broken became the land The ice was melting and turning into water And the water was sinking into the sand God gave birth to this earth But the NASA men were announcing it extinct They were sending some men to the moon Who had the money, but not the survivor instinct I had no money to buy me a trip to the moon But I was the only foolish man who owned land there So they let me in on that space shuttle Basically leaving for nowhere The ride wasn’t bumpy But we kept on floating on no-gravity land Until we landed on that pockmarked moon Hopping weightlessly on its light grey sand The men sucking on oxygen masks Were fighting like monkeys and buffoon(s) But in the end I was selected the King Since, technically I was the richest man on the moon After time we built us a city On the foundations of hope We were the last fruits of the land Earth And that I could swear in front of any Pope And now my child I can see the sun shining in the black sky And the earth looking like a grey lifeless ball And we ask, why did man kill himself? Why? I know the answer and so do you Now we have a legacy to continue that nobody maintains You shall rule this planet New Earth, and protect it When the sand falls from the sky when it rains Tejas Thakker [comments] => 1 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 68 [informant] => tejas9999 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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