A pen a man and a ship

walk in to a bar
talk to everyone - well not everyone - you see
I see everything but hear nothing
better than the alternative.

Altered natives stare
as we batter blindly
like pancakes.

Butter, butter.
Them shits need flipping
it's the yeast you could do

your body is a bakery
my bakery's a wonderland

Vagaries asunder, man.