An Ocean
In the oceans,
There are meadows,
Where the children play,
and drink laxatives,
But they don't need,
any diapers,
cuz nature wipes away,
their crap.
Red Dot
A storms a brewin,
out on the horizon,
the seas be chopin,
to that jazzy rhythm,
dont chum no water,
when the sharks a floatin,
out on this desolate,
ocean.
Its half past ten,
on the eastern seaboard,
that news be playin,
till eleven o'clock,
crash boom bam pop,
show us that red dot,
of a possible,
plane crash.
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