it had to be worse than just going wrong
for me to see what's been all along
i realize now i could not fictionalize
these organic singularities i now prize
i say what happened and don't apologize
two silly boys making funny poses
every noon they sleep on roses
snoring gently through their noses
too young to recall the destruction
the chaos and societal obliteration
after the Crash of the K-5000
Salso Flambl