Our big blue marble racing
'round and 'round
and we mortals feel a slight
breeze
or more horrific winds
from time to time
Aero-dynamics
and gravity,
why everything fits, flows
and our feet can only jump
so high-
stuck to the terra firma
If only the earth was shaped
like a big tit
I know the wind would blow harder
and the seasonal changes complicated
and weather persons useless
but to think of the crowds
there would be
to the nipple...awh!
The multitudes in line meeting
and
talking about it
Women would be GODS!!!
And our children, mouth's open,
knowing there is no better life
than to nurture
the masses