Chip the Spaceship
Needs a kiss
But has no lips
He needs a hug
But gets no love
Fumes of exhaust
from the black-hole of his tail-pipe
pollute infinite stretches
Plumes of smoke
from his driver's resined water-pipe
dillutes thought into messes
An emo bus
across the Universe divide
what, if anything else
can smoking copious weed contrive?
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