“Alder 9,
this is a mud shit mess
I tell you,
a mud shit mess.
Alder 9,
are you registering this
with yourself?
Master,
why’d you bring us here?”
“The course of resources is possible here,
according to the genetic terminus,
as the famines and wars served their purposes
on Earth
and as the Earthlings say,
and also in Heaven.”
“I wish I was in Heaven right now,
I’d go to the recreational platform.”
“Alder 9, most Earthlings don’t know
about the recreational platform in Heaven,
let’s not mention it out here.”
“Alright . . .
Look! On that ledge,
something’s moving!”
“Oh God, oh no,
up there!
It’s a bus full of school children!”
“It looks like it’s those dinosaurs and barbarians
over there.”
“Alder 9,
let’s fucking roll,
stop lollygagging around!
Move it,
fucking move it, you chintzy bastard!”
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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