Today might be,
\nthe happiest of all.
\nToday may be,
\nthe start of the ball.<\/p>\n
Today could be a Sentients dream,
\na ceremonial satire.
\nSet to relax
\nand dream.<\/p>\n
Today could be,
\nSapient control.
\nBut did they know,
\nwe rock and we roll.<\/p>\n
We’re well around,
\nwe’re saying grace.
\nwe’re loving light,
\nwe are a – Costians delight.<\/p>\n
The Jews know,
\nTheir valuations.
\nConstantly rebalancing,
\nfinding equations.<\/p>\n
The Americans know,
\nthey bought the gun.
\nThey should know,
\nwhen their time is done.<\/p>\n
The Europeans couldn’t care,
\nThey’ve divvy up.
\nWhat’s left
\nwith what’s fare.<\/p>\n
The Pacific nations,
\nare having a go.
\ndefining how,
\nwe take this show.<\/p>\n
The New Zealanders,
\nCanadians,
\nAustralians too,
\nall seem stuck.
\nWithout the adhesive glue.<\/p>\n
The South Americans,
\nall wrangling about.
\nThey’ve got something,
\nworthy to shout.<\/p>\n
The middle east,
\nif you don’t mind.
\nSorted their crap,
\ninto mankind.<\/p>\n
But the Costian way,
\nis not to judge.
\nJust calculate the dates,
\nWhen God is above.<\/p>\n
There’s a new star,
\ncovered in shame.
\npolluted with insanities,
\ntheir family has gained.<\/p>\n
There’s three wise men,
\ncoming to me.
\nSharing their wisdoms,
\nsharing their tea.<\/p>\n
They aren’t called wise,
\nby their very own mouths.
\nIts those three wretched wrenches,
\ntouting their wowsers.<\/p>\n
With pants and trousers,
\ndressed to the hilt.
\nnot one hair divided,
\ntheir missions they’re tout.<\/p>\n
Were to save the land,
\nrepair the ways.
\nOf the mistakes of past,
\nand to fix up our gaze.<\/p>\n
See what its costing,
\nsee the damn age.
\nHear all the screaming,
\nfeel their ramp page.<\/p>\n
Discussions of topics,
\nonly first heard.
\nDid you think wise,
\nTo get undisturbed.<\/p>\n
Standing straight,
\ntight and tall.
\ncrossing nothing,
\nexcept to cross over the floor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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