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< about those bats >
yes
i admit it
they're my fault
a gene must have slipped out
somewhere between insect resistant corn
and all those handy vegetables i designed
(the ones that peeled and sliced themselves)
and this gene
(an honest mistake, really)
somehow created millions of twenty-ton moths
that pretty much put an end to
night-time football
street lights
and firework shows
so...
it only seemed logical
to make thousand-ton moth-eating bats
with the IQ of Einstein
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Seems if they had the IQ of Einstein they would be too busy writing down calculations to worry about moths...unless of course they got hungry. My question would be, what are you gonna do with all that guano? On the positive side, I guess everyone will have a white Christmas!
Cheers,
Dale
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You know the worst thing about this poem? I can just about imagine it happening. So maybe that's not the worst thing, but the best, except the best is the football reference because quite frankly, I want to see that. I am worried about the vegetables though -- do they carry their own knives?
It could be worse
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Erthona said: "Seems if they had the IQ of Einstein they would be too busy writing down
calculations to worry about moths...unless of course they got hungry. My question would be,
what are you gonna do with all that guano? On the positive side, I guess everyone will have
a white Christmas!"
IQ doesn't necessarily incline one towards science/math. Maybe they'd design
architecturally wonderful, yet fully functional, caves. Maybe they'd write
bat poetry or ultrasonic symphonies or decide to take over the world (for
the good of all, of course). And the guano? Hey, told you they were genetically
modified: they shit guacamole. The tortilla chip trees, unfortunately, were
never operational.
Leanne said: "You know the worst thing about this poem? I can just about imagine
it happening. So maybe that's not the worst thing, but the best, except the best is the
football reference because quite frankly, I want to see that. I am worried about the vegetables
though -- do they carry their own knives?"
Yes, I feel the same way about all organized sports. I guess one of my genes
must have mutated. Not only do I personally dislike them and how people behave
vis-à-vis them, I don't have a high regard for them politically as well.
This quote by Noam Chomsky pretty much sums it up:
"Sports have nothing to do with fair play. They are bound
up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all
rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence.
Sports play a societal role in engendering jingoist and
chauvinist attitudes. They're designed to indoctrinate a
community to support, to be committed to, war."
As for the vegetables, you/they need no knifes. There's a place on their
bottoms that looks a lot like a belly button. You just press it and they
do their thing.
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