When left alone at night
I look for the pinpoint lights
of the stars that appear
when clouds aren’t there.
There’s a waning gibbous moon
shyly peaking from the shadows,
with one of its symmetrical sides,
what’s the moon got to hide?
whispering privately
I’ve heard the moon has a darkside,
that it’s coin-like and openly two-faced.
That’s no idle gossip, it's scientifically based.
India just landed on the moons bottom
I wonder what, exactly, that got ‘em.
It’s funny because the moon is ****
making the landing sound rather rude.
“India is groping the **** moon’s bottom.”
See what I mean? It all sounds rather pervish
and obscene - not at all the usual routine -
it has the ring of something politically incorrect,
but that’s progress, I guess, undressed or dressed.
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 2:26 PM UTC
When left alone at night
I look for the pinpoint lights
of the stars that appear
when clouds aren’t there.
There’s a waning gibbous moon
shyly peaking from the shadows,
with one of its symmetrical sides,
what’s the moon got to hide?
whispering privately
I’ve heard the moon has a darkside,
that it’s coin-like and openly two-faced.
That’s no idle gossip, it's scientifically based.
India just landed on the moons bottom
I wonder what, exactly, that got ‘em.
It’s funny because the moon is ****
making the landing sound rather rude.
“India is groping the **** moon’s bottom.”
See what I mean? It all sounds rather pervish
and obscene - not at all the usual routine -
it has the ring of something politically incorrect,
but that’s progress, I guess, undressed or dressed.
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