So Man, grown vigorous now,
Holds himself ripe to breed,
Daily devises how
To ejaculate his seed
And boldly fertilize
The black womb of the unconsenting skies.
Some now alive expect
(I am told) to see the large,
Steel member grow erect,
Turgid with the fierce charge
Of our whole planet’s skill,
Courage, wealth, knowledge, concentrated will,
Straining with lust to stamp
Our likeness on the abyss-
Bombs, gallows, Belsen camp,
Pox, polio, Thais’ kiss
Or Judas, Moloch’s fires
And Torquemada’s (sons resemble sires).
Shall we, when the grim shape
Roars upward, dance and sing?
Yes: if we honour rape,
If we take pride to Ring
So bountifully on space
The sperm of our long woes, our large disgrace.
I’m kinda ambivalent about the space program, but Clive clearly wasn’t.
Goodness gracious me.
Crazy, huh? He should have turned his hand to pulpy romance novels - he wouldn’ve made a mint.
I’m showing this to Ramon. He’ll want to call it “Playing Rocketship” from now on.
Dare I say he sort comes off as a dick?
Witty bastard you are. Here, it’s MY turn to brush your hair.
Time out, peeps. I think I see the line back in the distance…let’s go back there and see if we can re-cross.
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Please keep it clean!
Tell that to our turgid friend Mr. Lewis…
You kiss your mother with that mouth Ash?
Hey, WHOA. I din’ mean NUTHIN’ naughty about brushing Ash’s hair. I was going back to the (purely platonic) pajama party thing. You’re right, though - wanna delete my “Playing Rocketship” comment?
Appologies all around. I sometimes rocket over the line. Preparing for atmospheric re-entry…
That reminds me. I’ve had “Rocket’s Tail” by Kate Bush in my head all day. Hail to thee, Brave Discovery Seven.
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Yes, YES, I apologize, too. Aly’ll tell ya, I have a mind from the gutter and get quite sulky when reproved. All she has to do is raise that one eyebrow and I know I’ve done it.
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Cerise
penis
CHAD!
Isn’t this the game where you say it louder and louder in a public place? My bad.