In Transit To Uranus

-In Transit To Uranus-
by Keaton Foster
18+


Wait
I know
Oh do I ever
Truly understanding
What exactly it is
That you’re thinking
Observation
My God given gift
But this warped sense
Of what is funny
Comes from living
In his kingdom of fools
Every third one to the right
Stand on back
And I’ll show you
Afford you
Some sort of a roll
In this twisted rhyme
You’ll be able to relate
Your time will not be wasted
Prepare to sort of be enlightened
As we take a journey
To a place beyond the sky
Join me
Irony to the enth degree
This
A completely offensive
Narrative
Is about quite frankly
Intergalactic
Asshole penetration
And yes
You just read that
This
My combative disparagement
Is meant to upset
On every level of living
Consider yourself blurbed
Not a word, I know
A comical transition
From one shithole
To seemingly every other
Sure you may be further adding
Take me out to dinner first
Get me really drunk
A little foreplay
Would indeed be nice
Nope
None of that
Its balls deep or nothing
Its grin and bear it
Take it right in the derriere
It’s all that it seems meant
This
Our shared transcendence
Across the eons
Our travel
Far beyond the heavens
Into much deeper space
Such a really dark place
Full of much waste
And by waste specifically
All that we pass by
In our metamorphic rocket ship
Powered by a shitload
Of irreverence
And a slighted view
Of human ownership
From one dick to another
I ask you to have patience
You’ll get it
And if you don’t
They you always won’t
So
Sit on back my misogynistic hand
A real would be homophobic
With at least one gay friend
Friend of a friend really
Come on you know I’m right
Imagine further please
A long cylindrical vessel
Traveling through
The deepest space
At the front
There is a cockpit
At the back
There are thrusters
In the middle
Various living quarters
At the heart of the vessel
The reproductive
Containment spheres
Holding the hopes
And futures
Of every human being
To cum before
That’s no typo
Asleep is the crew of a few
Androids don’t count as human
Deep
In a hyper sleep induced coma
No idea what’s going on
As the ship hurls towards destiny
In Transit to Uranus
Once there
The craft will dock
All of it automatic
All of it on auto pilot
Only then will the pilots
The messengers of life
Wake the fuck up
There are three dudes
To everyone lady
Three horny fuckers
With just as many orifices
Not their own
But to choose from
Sure reproduction will be done
The odds are always favored
But on top of that I’m sure
There be a whole lot of action
Quite a few honey pots
Waiting to be fucked
Sucked
And hockey pucked
Again I know
It’s not really a word
In transit to Uranus
So excited
We’re almost there…


In Transit To Uranus
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.