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The Future King Of The Planet Moon

Contributed by tejas9999 on Saturday, 7th April 2007 @ 05:32:26 PM in AEST
Topic: fictional



Come here baby
Come here my child
I’ll tell you the story of my life
While I still got some insurance filed

I was born naked, toothless and bald
With an ugly little smile
I said, “I do” when I was twenty
And committed suicide on a pretty little aisle

I earned one dollar to the boot
Every spring, summer, winter and fall
That’s four dollars a year if you bad at math
Now ain’t that having a ball?

A few days later, I stole a big black horse
Who had teeth as white as snow
He flirted with the animals at the local farm
And that’s how I had me a new cow with nothing to owe

I used to brush mah horse’s teeth
And pick up some cowshi…‘beep’
Then I hired an assistant to help me
Who said I should start thinking something deep

Later, my assistant lent me 20 dollars
And I started thinking like a loon
I had a gallon or two of beer
And bought one sq cm of land on the moon

The next day I woke up with a headache
And showed my wife the agreement of sale
She kissed me on the cheek and kicked me in the, ahem
Next I saw her was with Jimmy, who served the ginger ale

So there I was, lonely and sober
Drinking glass after glass of free milk
I had to do something new in my life
Like selling swimsuits made of silk

But that didn’t work out either
And I started thinking of a new gold mine
But since I knew, I was out of beer money
I brought a new machine and started making moonshine

The sheriff came in one day, his guns raised
“Why you little no good piece of illegal it!”
“Just makin me some moonshine” I said
As if, I was doing something fine and fit

Chewing grass and scratching mah butt
I stood there behind the bars
A man came in wanting to by my land on the moon
Instead of the lake he owned on Mars

I refused his offer and finished my term
And came out as a man who had learned his lesson
So I left the country and moved in to the city
I grew me a beard and became a mason

I started making the white house building
For the Mattel fake Toys Company limited
I started earning a lot of money
From the plastic toy buildings I made

But then came sudden huge earthquakes
And all cracked up and broken became the land
The ice was melting and turning into water
And the water was sinking into the sand

God gave birth to this earth
But the NASA men were announcing it extinct
They were sending some men to the moon
Who had the money, but not the survivor instinct

I had no money to buy me a trip to the moon
But I was the only foolish man who owned land there
So they let me in on that space shuttle
Basically leaving for nowhere

The ride wasn’t bumpy
But we kept on floating on no-gravity land
Until we landed on that pockmarked moon
Hopping weightlessly on its light grey sand

The men sucking on oxygen masks
Were fighting like monkeys and buffoon(s)
But in the end I was selected the King
Since, technically I was the richest man on the moon

After time we built us a city
On the foundations of hope
We were the last fruits of the land Earth
And that I could swear in front of any Pope

And now my child
I can see the sun shining in the black sky
And the earth looking like a grey lifeless ball
And we ask, why did man kill himself? Why?

I know the answer and so do you
Now we have a legacy to continue that nobody maintains
You shall rule this planet New Earth, and protect it
When the sand falls from the sky when it rains

Tejas Thakker




Copyright © tejas9999 ... [ 2007-04-07 17:32:26]
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Re: The Future King Of The Planet Moon (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 8th April 2007 @ 01:51:25 PM AEST
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Very interesting, thought prvoking, hilarious write.
huggs, smiles,
emy
Awesome!




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