On the beach, Penguins are happy in an Artificial World
On the beach, Penguins are happy in an Artificial World
Wobbly are those moving creatures
From the Atlantis…I am not a man but mist in pants
Shake off the dew of the Morning swim
Just a few burrows to lay the
From miles away… the polar of Antarctica
You are still searching for a shelter
When I was tripping like you, penguin birds in a trance of the Under-water
Where I saw the Fear and Loathing in disguise
What a landing I touched on the ground of Paradise
Yet there are no oats for the penguins in a swoon on the beach
They are not silver-tongued
Even though there are no rats rattling on the beach
Even though there are no dinosaurs flipping away into the Distance
Even though there are no dooms of the Mood
Yet the roosters crow a few times in a village nearby
Polar bears are on the other side
The flash is the Camera take 1,2,3,,,
In our pursuits of a resting space
You glide from the ocean of the submarines
Mermaids engage themselves in a conversation of Carbon-dioxide emission
The rush hour is coming like gods
From the Southern Sea fairies pixies elves and those UFOs, so to speak,
Climb up the Peak of the Black Hole
This is not a swan’s song
When the morning creeps in the tumbling dice
