Pupil of the Vogons
Time Travel Won't Save You!
Beyond Saturn's rings
We carpinockulated
In our fritterdeen solipsistiners
But particulate antishatter foragers
Bellintenured the fregglehorn!
O, merry wickleworms, how did we,
How did we ever parrigulare?
The slimefritters misunderestimated us!
But the past is over and strategery--
Yes, subliminable strategery!--
Will be tacular and unsepitable!
We are the horde of just-us,
The fnord of krinklemaus,
The beatee eyed septuagint
Of misselintrony and flurginjurgen!
May you sert your set, blurt your jet,
Wet your pet with supplespet,
You blitchery smetchinger!
Just you wait for us to take two swings
Around Saturn's rings
and we'll fleegalyze the whole
Bratchsmatchin crots of you!
Fleetlehorn! Fleetlehorn!
It is done! Platypus!
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Rommentary:
I studied for a brief time out of time with the Vogons. A time I will never forget--for all the worst reasons! I'm sorry to have done this to you, but they said if I didn't submit a piece reflecting their, erm, fine culture, they would host a poetry slam at my house!
This unfortunate mistake that can never be wiped clean from and will always mar the beauty of the akashic record like crusted over old vomit on the wall of the Sistine Chapel is remorsefully submitted to Tim Carmichael's Time Traveller Poetry challenge.
All apologies to the judges, and to you, dear reader!
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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