Hunting Humans

Oh, the Loosh runs thick

In the heat of night.

Shit slithers in when shit ain’t right.

But who would cause this awful plight?

Could it be you or perhaps me?

Is there something we don’t see?

And if we saw it, would we be

Better off and stop our scoffing.

Would we wake that denigrating blocking?

A dam burst somewhere dendrites grow.

And in eurekas, we would know

We build ourselves, no one else

Can do that building quite as well

As we can swimming in pool curiosity.

And hopefully our boss will see

We all need some time off.

See, full time is a problem.