Milagro Indigo Whatchaknow? Howzitgrow? Don’t you know? Don’t you flow? Howzitso? That You don’t crow cry high and low? See the crescendo The ebb and flow The scenario Ya’ll gonna blow It all up fo sho’ Cuz you don’t know You Just Don’t Know Milagro
Darth Aeshna Little Sithlet The Force of mischief Fuels her fire Don’t run Don’t hide Or engender Her ire No one is safe From that Maniacal craft Fueled by Kutonite and And just A dash Of precociousness With a pinch Of super sass.
Sustenance fly high Then cruise Ride the wave Then save Your energy Glide That ride Skys so wide Bluffs So steep Climbs So high Ravines So deep Ride The thermals Float The currents Soar The heights Then drop Drop drop Drop On top Of lunch.
(Title inspired by the nonsensical screeches of a child at play. Thank you, Milo) Don’t Foggle My goggles Don’t mind Dont boggle Let go my toggle Switch Don’t goggle It Dont be a Bitch Don’t end up In the ditch Make the switch Out No doubt Double check the Route And get the fuck Out!
Time for something different than the same old white supremacist colonial capitalist patriarchy Past time, To be fair Way the fuck past Diggin on this tune…. listen here. https://www.dismantlepatriarchy.org/
Another ride Another tide A Rip roaring Buck snorting Lewdly cavorting Electric ride Radio waves Toad misbehaves Fuck the FCC this lumpy Amphibian Is going to be Universal And universally The Sea foam Surfer Of the Pleiades
