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Masters of Trickery

alien ornithopters filled with pilgrims
gliding in under a full moon
foul smelling unwashed bumbling
hubcap jockeys from artless galaxies
firing bursts of compressed methane
in wanton hypnotic quantities
ended civilization as we know it
the survivors reel in stupor
the land is barren its people wail
our women masturbate exclusively
our men drool and shit themselves
except for a number of mathematicians
and barflies who did that anyhow
whoever said exile makes you smart
was a master of trickery and deceit
why did their science get them this far
then break down into useless tin
replacement parts are on the way
OK you can drive it just don't touch turbo
well he did and became one of the new gods
commanding the involuntary muscle groups
and the media of mass communication
Koko the hand sign gorilla was his High Priestess 
Koko want play peek-a-boo
discovered anarchy all by herself
using those prehensile wiggly digits 
to construct a portable explosive device
but potassium permanganate and peanut butter 
must be mixed slow and her impatience
was set to fast so it went off in her face
leaving Koko beautiful as Venus
a miracle of chaotic reconstruction
when all she wanted for her head
was a tetrahedron
proving that existence is open source
the alien visit had been productive
many messages were left with us
could time have a center
asked the almond eyed pilot huffily 
only huffy for him
was rip your head off
and didgeridoo down your windpipe
it looks like we all suffer from 
gambler's syndrome


From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/

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