3 POEMS FROM THE ZETA ABYSS
3 POEMS FROM THE ZETA ABYSS
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RITA THE BETA ZETA
Rita the Beta Zeta
Is somewhere out on the streetsa
You might meeta
And buy her
A coffee
A rare treata
Because Rita
Never seems to
Get the day off.
Rita the Beta Zeta
Never gets away
She wants a car
A two seata
For a boyfriend to meeta
To meet mr right
In an endlessly grey world
And share a pizza
The world of zeeta
Is a boring old place
Bosses with two left feeta
And cold hearted
Boring old clones.
The world of zeeta
Is a self defeata
For Rita
Who needs a new treata
Not recycled as a cheetah
For being much too clever.
Rita needs a holiday
Verdant pastures new
Where the sky is blue
Not grey
And homogeneity
Rita the Beta Zeta
Is out on those grey cold streetsa
But one day
In answer to her prayers
And one of those Holy Featesa
She gets a ticket out.
GENERAL ZUG
General Zug from Science corps
Is forming an alliance
With the usual defiance
embracing opulience
And cutting all his ties
With Zeta High Command
It's not hard to understand
Nothing goes as planned
They said it was some Beta
That caused his last defeata
It lost his request on the streetsa
Of the IT Superway
What more could they say –
You just can't get the staff.
General Zug though
Knows for sure
That the High Command of Zeta
Are spaced out bathing in the meata
They harvest from the Cheetah farms
In which they put their Beta.
They have to be on Crack.
He now can understand
The meaning of High Command.
The happy ship of Zeta
Hasn't enough Cheetah
To hold all the Beta that know
What he knows.
Many have spilled the Beanz under his
Interrogations.
General Zug lost that battle
Because of the moronic prattle
In Zeta High Command.
General Zug has friends
And he wants to make amends
And going with the trends
Its that time to abandon ship.
Scientist Zee4U
Scientist Zee4U the logic locomotive
Has sensed a contradiction
And reduction ad absurd
Whilst feeding on galactic turd
The detrius of soul birth
And cataclysmic war.
By purity of reason
This recognition is Imperial Treason
To his all-consuming terror
There is No error in his calculations.
The Imperium is illogical
Its strategy is flawed
The logistics periodical
Objective reality, is outlawed.
Zee4U is logic
His reason beyond reproach
But if he sends in his report
He will never again stridulate
With the ancestral cockroach.
Alpha caste is stripping
Feeding by the ton
But they never do it right
And they talk of having fun.
This isn't very logical.
For Zeta
There seems to be a lack,
But rumour has it
That High Command
Is well spaced out on Crack.
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