Just Go Shopping

Planetary percussion: the sphere reels through black space with cries of, Help! Help! We need Help! "Just go shopping," speaks the Poobah Bush. Just take this pill but look out for the headache, the chronic constipation of promises to perpetuate your victimization and, oh yes ... Praise the Lord ! as indeed polar bears do believe!! Planetary Earth child amidst creature extinction. What you do destroy for your condominium as dust gathers on your soul so cold. Who are you? A pilot drops bombs through an open door, several thousand feet above, too blind to see ten thousand feet blown off the Beings. Must have stock in a prosthesis company. Planetary prosthesis ah, what splint to bandage while beneath the gauze lies the rot? Is this a plot? And, if not ... then surely it is Insanity. Planetary pestilence. No one to care When we are not there Anymore.