It was the century long gone
The history books they been left unopened
We hadn’t learned on the way
And now the history kept repeating itself
Like we were named
After those that were atrocious
More and more of life was about what was delicious
And pleasure it was what these bodies seeked
Afterall of that
They woke up from a dream
They couldn’t remember anything that had happened
Some of them had forgotten how to speak
So they stammered, hum’d and hawd
Most of the said that they were bored
Endlessly they had been catered to by stimulating content
All of sudden it came to a halt and there was only the words
And they were on the page
Not making any sense
This was not like their video games
And in living that era
The writers mind had become dull
It was skipping all over the place
And he kept rambling on even on the page
There was a hole in the hull of the ship
But the man didn’t even notice it
He’s motion only forwards it goes
All the smells were gone no lilies or the rose
And there the captain of the PINK PIRATES
Was noticing that in the filing cabinets
Of his mind there was one missing link
He was trying to click it but not ending up with anything
The cannons didn’t work no more
And the ship was just sailing on the sea
Without a goal or a score
Then the captain remembered a whore who had said
That when you be sailing the sea there’s no grocery store
And if you end up with teeth falling off
Then that’s because of hitting the hull in the bottoms of the rock
From the sea then rose up this beast
That slapped it’s tail and split the ship in two
For a feast
None the least the beast ate the whole crew
But in the stomach of the creature
The Pink Pirate became a teacher
And he taught all the cell’s
To attack and cause cancer in the being
All of this was told to me when i was dreaming
Still we learn from this one in the books
That were never opened because people were
Spending too much time on facebook
They were hooked
And wouldn’t care about what was written
And that’s why our whole culture was again smitten
Many became bedridden
And to some of them
In there hand appeared a pen
And through that you could take something that existed
And something that did not
It was how he wrote fiction
In the moments of attraction
Of volatile elements to each other
Like the long lost brother
This line he drew in the sand
It was just another way
To enforce his separateness from everything
Else that god had made in the land
And all that now they tried to save
Little did he know it was far too late
Because he had sown the seeds of hate
The harvest it might have ended bad
But all the crop that came before
Was used now for good and bad
Some of it made people mad
And there was now not a sensation left to be sad
From that hopeless time there sprang upon the earth
New life
And all people that made merry
Found themselves trapped in the throes of the vermin
But Merlin he knew what was going on
And with his magical powers protected those that
Had least an inkling of something going on
Repeating mistakes like that
It was the nature of the human race
After the fact
We had become much more wise
But in the time’s
We couldn’t separate wrong from right
So now i’ll tell you that my life
Was to uncover the truth
About what happened to you in the afterlife
Where the no good’s
Even the nogood’s
Said to you
That this on surely is the wrong place for you
Just get out
Still while the time is good