Holy Bafflehills!

A very strange "poem" prompted by @TheStarfirecodes.

Here is a silly nonsense poem using certain strange phrases provided by

The Starfire Codes

. Why? Because why not :) All prompts are in bold.

You don't know

HOW MANY TIMES

I have thought,

"I wish I had a ghillie suit

specifically designed

for walking around

ABC Home in New York

undetected...."


You don’t know how many times

I wish I had a Big Wheels

Made with me in mind,

So I could pedal around the hood,

Until I wrecked it.


It’s unexpected.


I can't tell the days

apart anymore.

Keeping up has become a chore.



It's Blurrrrrrrrsday,

 the firsteenth of Dodecatober.

Calendar makes

weird noises,

morphs into

Bucky Ball...grows feet...

runs out of frame like a

Terry Gilliam animation.

(This was not on my Bingo card.)


This was not my anticipation.


Is it the firfth of Ocxthnober?

Is it the sikth of Nobezember?

Is it January, Joon, Gee lie or Dethember?


Which way is it friend?

Is it now or the end?


 My Mind has been missing a while.


 An Infinity, there!

 And a gaze of the eye

 And a reticent face

 With a curtain of hair

 Hanging ‘round;

 Pretending not

 to notice me,

 Yet watching still.


 And when it sang…….. 

 It was glaringly shrill!


 The horrible sound was intentional.


 It was deluded and desperate and vexed.

And look how creepy these lyrics are in context.


Especially when you're being

taunt-serenaded by a

hyperdimensional.


Provoking thing.


Holy bafflehills!


And all of this happened regardless of giraffodils.

I bought mine in the spring.


I think I might

already be

a quantum hunting

glitch

dreamer –

I just didn't know it had a name.


A twitching, grunting

sleep

Lemur.

I put other dreamer’s dreams to shame!


In a tight spot?

Take a look at me

Is that a booking slot or a ticket to the thriller?

In a cock pot,

afloat at sea?

Is that a cooking pot or a champagne chiller?


Those are two completely different vibes.

I take no bribes,

Don’t look at me.

I drink no “tea”.

But a cock pot has a nice “RING” to it,

SEE?


If I roll my eyes

any harder,

I'll be looking myself

right    

in

the

pineal gland.


Stop right there

Have some water,

You’re looking at your thymus, friend.


You seem perturbed.

Would you express 

Your love to me,

No less?

So raw!

“Would you

 still love me

 if

I was a

spaghetti worm

trapped in a straw?

If we was spaghetti straw worms,

 would you keep me safe

 in your frog hovel?”


“I am not sure we are close enough

But I know that would be novel.

I might allow you near the naval,

But probably nowhere near my hollow.”


Next time you wake me whilst

You’re rousing,

I DEMAND ZERO-G PEEP JOUSTING!!

So, I can fly

Away from here

With a lance in my hand,

And a jug of beer.


Your stories

As usual,

my dear,

All over the

Flippin,

Flyin’ place.


So, basically,

you're all going to make

some kind of generic

citrus mace,

spray it in people's eyes,

and tell them it's

"shit."

That sounds par

for the course

around here.


Wake me up

when

Something changes.

Wake me up when there’s no “shit” spray near.

Wake me up when your mind arranges.

Wake me up when that shit’s not contagious.


Wake me up when I’m in the grave.

You need to tell the ghost people

this story

and make them look for Dave.


He could be under the willow tree

He would take his time

for THEE~


He could be in the nave.


You speak again,

What did you say?

“OK… so I’m like,

‘Blah blah blah

fear fear

blah

Hegelian dialectic

Hegelian dialectic

blah

yadda yadda

blah….

wait….

WEAPONIZED

BAT

ANUS?!?!?’

This is heinous!

Let’s try that again,

WHAD DIDGEW SAY?


They can’t treat people this way!

The sound and the poop smell

 Will not allow me

 To understand the meaning well.

 It is a mark-ed oddity


Similarly,

this combination

would result in olfactory cacophony.

Additionally,

Aries is

the smell of plants

………….screaming.

Even saying that feels

synesthetic.


It’s pathetic.


Hearing the smell of screaming is

A lazy dialectic 

They should hear, and smell, AND see!

Laziness abounds.


Even people with special powers

Waste their time for hours

Speaking of which,

How about ole bitch tits?

“Gynoconamaste…

the bitch tits

in Bill Gates

recognize the bitch tits

in the meme.”

And ain’t that jerk a dream?


Gynocomaforayear

Let’s put him on his ear.

Gynoslappa bitch around

Twirling

Whirling

Knock ‘em down

Holy Bafflehills, 

the Cheer!