Don't care if even a fly
does sometimes a nasty fly
Be like eagle on a fly
just do fly, never mind the fly

How despicable and rabble;
those who cannot endure love
even in the void
and to this glass of miracle,
they throw rubble

Yay!! There’s snow on Science Hill.
Finally - snow, I love it. Cold, I love it.

Science says men evolved from apes.
Maybe I evolved from polar bears
or those abominable snow people
—yeti—that no one can photograph.

You can’t just reject that outright,
say the odds are minuscule,
just because it’s new and edgy.
I mean, where’s your science—
your unbiased, clinical perspective?

We could end up in the National Geographic.
This kind of story is very much their aesthetic.
I can provide lots of material—I have baby photos
and I’m not uncomfortable about the pressure.

Maybe it’s time to put your voice out there.
The world always needs the comfort of new voices.
You could influence social media—everyone wants THAT.
This is a buffalo, a skibidi, blessing in disguise.
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Songs for this:
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
Unlike me by Kate Havnevik

Your hugs are comfort, your kisses sweet,
A tender affection, my heart's retreat.
In your embrace, I find my song,
A love so pure, where I belong.