the kermadec rifles, hail to the pondscum
nobody knows where my bonnie came from
nobody knows what happened to her,
sealed in the diplomat’s bathroom, assured

kermadec rifles they ring for a moment
but ammo is short, intruders intolerant
maybe the time is now, maybe its not
maybe its half past midnite slight echo is all we got

help ourselves help ourslves
while others help themselves
you aint no better than elves
if you wanna, here it is, delve.

ocean on the sea, planet
– dammit j, put a lid on the planet
frustrated crustaceans getting hot as a gas planet
didn’t see it coming, dammit, your virtues intimate

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