I'm a Gungan from the planet Naboo and my name is Jar Jar Binks.
Senator Padme put me in charge once even though I don't even have the ability to think.
George Lucas brought me to life with a computer, I'm a product of CGI.
Because many Star Wars fans find me irritating, they want me to die.
Many people hate everything about me, they hate my voice, my six foot tongue and my orange skin.
Now that the prequels are over, those people are thankful that they'll never have to see me again.

summer cling to the anniversary death camp,
poolside conversations sits in light,
strife your fingers in mine, marry in Naboo,

little Gothic cherubs sky diving in lies,
two limbs grasping in intimate rocket dive,
uh-uh, I scream to be soaked in your brown eyes,
Shrimpy love, grey nirvana,
I see no screeching reprise to our tedious fights,
mind over matter darling,
head collision to **** a dear without headlights.

fall back for another night,
rest your head on my sunken shoulder,
let the fault lines collapse,
the sun burn itself to darkness,
this hour, infinite to budge us.