The Night

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The night is a terrible vat of opaque jello,

That descends from the sky at eve,

That forms upon all grass and trees,

That covers all wild and tame alike,

The night is so strange,

Who drove away the sun,

And called forth the none,

The strange cursed black,

Coming down at dusk,

My toy is still outside,

I remember this now,

It’s too late to go get it now,

I get a strange feeling,

That I’ll never see it again,

But I know the real reason why,

The roving pack outside.

Worst day

It wouldn’t be the worst day,

If they all went away.

The clouds hold sway,

Hold my tan hostage,

And my vitamin D captive,

The big oak stops the music,

It halts the luminous,

Unable to stop the neutrinos,

It seems we are all billionaires,

As long as there’s a fusion burner up there,

To shower us with sub-atomic muon tau and electron,

So the clouds with their racket,

Renting out sol,

Man…they irk me some,

So like I said,

It wouldn’t be the worst day,

If they all went away.