UBILAM

Just so we are all
up to speed --
On the same page,
Concerning chaos of age --
Noting its all the rage online
with settlers of

"New Australia Lunar" Stage
Is not a gate of heaven iron
by any sage...

Goats had hitchhiked
To lunar surface early
And Goat DNA had
Entered the "Errol Morris
Clone Factory" accidentally

And today was Day of the Dead
On Ubilam Beach, where

their leader calls out names



of passed away beloved

"Bedlam, Balaam, Belem, Balsam
"Bart rap, Bangles and Bartech --"
Called Bursar the Human Zy Goat
Calling out names of his dead
And departed relatives

The new races
Of New Australia
Were exceptionally strict
Well-measured and manicured
Almost Draconian ticked

They established a cemetery for pets
And a thin blue line
For security

They held festivals regularly
Such as: Misters of Death
Like today, and Fogs of War,
And, Mists of Plutonium
Or, Holographic Holocaust horror

Also, was a day of Locusts
and The Squid and the Whale

And the naming by Bursar stopped...

Even now
As new Goat Herds
Trippingly Pronk
And roust
Bounding in the kettle moraine
Of lunar surface

One of best times in their
Golden era was 7 x 6
Lunar cycles of childhoods
pre-Time when pupae
Out-birthed as humanoids
Into conditions favorable
And not toxin to clones
Mixed with mountain stock
Of venerable RAM’s analog

As factors allow
Childhoods to reach fruition
In accordance of some singularity
Known as pre-bang mechanics

Abiding no longer
Just as a mental construct
But as a mistake of science
Achieving furtherance

Through moderate living attribute
Of environmental factors and

With pollutants in abate
Meeting effectively all appraisal
For lunar base New Australia 2108



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