Otherworlds
Crackle crackle coming through
I’m on the edge of outer space
I am not human am not you
I have a weirdly smiling face
I have a mantra don’t ignore it
War of course I’m begging for it
Rustle rustle making waves
Terrestrial no My hole is black
I don’t behave as you behave
I have a logic that you lack
Conflict management Adore it
War of course I’m begging for it
Twinkle twinkle sending sign
I do not know about your ‘morals’
Red lines I must redefine
Your human view of spats and quarrels
Bomb and blast I like to store it
War of course I’m begging for it
Pyongyang pyongyang faint transmission
Alien here I have the hump
Time for travel to perdition
Time to blow one final Trump
Earth an apple I will core it
War of course I’m beggi
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