Bonslavagus Leads The Way To Outer Space and yOUR Future
too hard to break.
too sore to cure.
too brutal for gentle hands to touch..
Obsessed by all the obsequious
squeekin' on the ol'door hinges,
like a cheapstupid hor'ror movie wit
broke antennae ambiance (enough so as to piss one's pants)
on your roof roof rooftop where Santa leaves his cookie crumbs
whilst pilin'up the pounds.
You think you have it tough, eh?
just wait til yr child, your children, die
for want of us poisoning every thing
in and beyond our "control".
Some bodies (of men) will be working Hard
to make the moon
to make the Moon
to make the MOON a veritable commodity, consumer way-station
to sales sales sales
on our brethren worlds..........
if "they" don't like it, well, we did it on earth, so,
we'll show'em what's Good for them,
or perish all they will.