The Insect hunters
full of sunshine seeds
With there Rubber yellow skin
And Red lampshade eyes
Eyes like God
Little German mind
Egg plants, black marbles
Royalty calls and calls
Echo echo! you little sicko,
Clown stalker!
Slug fingers!
The dirty ice weasel
And the crafty funeral foxes
Emerge from the leafy nooks
Tree monkeys eat there own biology
And we eat the cat mould
Dependent on timeless time
Bird cages hold our floating roses
And we live off chewy stale bugs
The fire was burning in Bermuda
And the captain lay in his hammock
Watching the species of trees
The lurking panic
Creepers;
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