Post by Castle Court Jester on Mar 26, 2024 0:31:56 GMT -6
The Mentidees
The hand reached into the ground from the sky.
Its fingers dug into the earth.
The whole hand soon digging a massive hole.
In the night sky, flying around,
zipping here and there around our planets
and observable stars,
screaming past overdue comets were the Mentidees.
Creatures from some far away night
who came to take away our last breaths.
People screamed and people ran from the large,
still grasping hand and Mentidees.
He sat inside, drinking a beer and smoking a joint,
watching the people drop at the feet of the Mentidees.
One might think he should be doing something
but what could he do?
The hand kept grasping at people and digging into the earth,
eventually reaching the black blood that we so love
and have our balls wrapped around,
our precious all consuming oil,
blood of the Earth.
Occasionally bones would come up in the large hand
with all of the dirt and flowing oil.
Mostly animals, bones of a dinosaur maybe, some human?
The massive hand was simply a tool,
sent to do its thing.
Dig the holes.
It was the Mentidees that everyone was mostly freaking out about
although the hand too of course.
So he watched from the windows of his home,
here and there letting people in as he could,
to their salvation or so they thought anyway.
Quite a few bodies lay on the bloody ground.
In his home everyone watched from the windows.
While he stepped outside everyone kept talking
about the Mentidees and the massive hand feeling safe in the man's home
not knowing that he was in fact a Mentidee himself.
--msl2024
The hand reached into the ground from the sky.
Its fingers dug into the earth.
The whole hand soon digging a massive hole.
In the night sky, flying around,
zipping here and there around our planets
and observable stars,
screaming past overdue comets were the Mentidees.
Creatures from some far away night
who came to take away our last breaths.
People screamed and people ran from the large,
still grasping hand and Mentidees.
He sat inside, drinking a beer and smoking a joint,
watching the people drop at the feet of the Mentidees.
One might think he should be doing something
but what could he do?
The hand kept grasping at people and digging into the earth,
eventually reaching the black blood that we so love
and have our balls wrapped around,
our precious all consuming oil,
blood of the Earth.
Occasionally bones would come up in the large hand
with all of the dirt and flowing oil.
Mostly animals, bones of a dinosaur maybe, some human?
The massive hand was simply a tool,
sent to do its thing.
Dig the holes.
It was the Mentidees that everyone was mostly freaking out about
although the hand too of course.
So he watched from the windows of his home,
here and there letting people in as he could,
to their salvation or so they thought anyway.
Quite a few bodies lay on the bloody ground.
In his home everyone watched from the windows.
While he stepped outside everyone kept talking
about the Mentidees and the massive hand feeling safe in the man's home
not knowing that he was in fact a Mentidee himself.
--msl2024