Beam Me Up Scotty

Blindsided by flying monkeys extorting your
mind with their self-made crack. Mooching
on fears with a nod and wink. Something strange
came my way unrestrained wearing a crown too
heavy for their head. Thinking Cream of Wheat
is Crème brûlée and I'm thanking a wizard
on the loose from the asylum. Spooning my
chowder with ibuprofen thanking from the
wrong end of a memory stick. "Beam me up,
Scotty."