slim jimminy jim
shiminy shim shim sharoo
words would be rubber
if actions were glue

slightly left
of the heightened
frightened children
building billions and buildings

half past noon
like the slippery distant crystal sea
like the birds on the tree

their home in sky
is likely to die
when i turn this laser beam to “fry””

oomph and a woomph
like a womb of a whale
it shot right up
but got caught in our sail

sailed ever faster
towards land with my master
plan establishing
relations with a clam
what? yea!

oh simply infinity
proximity of soul
aphrodisiac
in the center of it all

whose imitating
the zulu nation
would sooner die
then be confused with a Haitian
yes sir