Crackhead Lovebird Lullaby

Two lovebirds
Arguing in a tent
Two a.m. behind mama’s house
I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND
THEY CONTROL EVERYTHING FROM SPACE
THEY’RE PROBABLY LISTENING TO THIS CONVERSATION RIGHT NOW
Oh shit, then we should probably be quiet, right?
NAH, FUCK EM, I HOPE THEY’RE LISTENING, WE COULD TEACH EM SOMETHIN’
But what if they turn our voices off? Like wid a remote?
THEN I’LL TURN IT BACK ON, I KNOW WHERE THE CONTROLS ARE AT, I’LL GO RIGHT UP BOARD THAT SHIP, DONE IT BEFORE I’LL DO IT AGAIN, TELL OBAMA TO HIS ALIEN FACE TO PUSH THE RED BUTTON, MESS WIT ME, HUH? NO, HE KNOWS BETTA’N’DAT.
Wait Obama’s up there? Like on the spaceship?
YEAH YOU DIDNT KNOW THAT? THEY’RE ALL UP THERE! CONGRESS, MORGAN FREEMAN, EVERYBODY!
What about the White House, I mean like, ain’t they in Washington doin’ court and shit?
OH MY GOD BABY, NO, NOOO…THAT’S ALL A SET-UP SAME AS THE MOON LANDING, THEY GOT LIKE, A FULL HOLLYWOOD SET-UP, DISNEYLAND SHIT, YOU KNOW?
Damn, so they ain’t even on Earth! Why they makin’ decisions for us earthlings den, that’s some bullshit right there.
ALIENS BEEN MAKIN OUR DECISIONS SINCE THE PYRAMIDS, BABY. LEMME GET THE LIGHTER.
[The rigged lighter cracks, the tent lights up in the night.]
Well don’t let ‘um turn our voices off, baby, cuz I like talkin’ to you.
NEVER, BABY, NEVER, and a deep exhale.
How sweet, I think,
from my bedroom meters away,
counting the cracks in my ceiling,
conceding to another sleepless night
as they proceed to screw until sunrise.

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