Colonial Royal Picknick

imagine old folks teaching
new generation who are
already
androids and apple sauce
to venture in space
like their founded
grounded white fathers.

one looks wearing a blue
frog suit
ready to jump into water,
the other is:
the left half is a Liberian,
and the right half is a
lazy fat cowboy.

after the himalaya,
there must be another spot
in which rich
folks of all ages
can reach their best
without a need for competition
or discomfort, but they have to pass only the
five gees test.

can you see
that
in besos's left
eye is almost out
to the point
i thought
he is a robot,
a terminator,
or is he?

it is amazing how
we have a new
variant or specie
with white hair and
yet
with black
eyebrows.

you may like this
one:
a bald kid
with free
masons
triptych
star trek
galactic
design.

stupidity,
waste of time
and money.
it is true,
i like to go to space
naked
as long as the cockpit
is a big enough pit
even thought
the duration is almost
half an
hour in space;
too short, too nightmarish!
why do i need a suit then?

Colonial Royal Picknick
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