move to this placid
tranquil, serene Utopia. Perhaps,
only here the relentless
buzzing in their heads
could finally be subdued.
Then they all died.
Whiskey flowed at their wake,
and, oh, how the
widows wept and the
children cried rivers of
thick, salty sad tears
because Saturday morning cartoons
, mercilessly redacted, were being
censored to the point
of absurdity. Why, Scooby
is completely garbed in
baggy pants, with his
face covered by veils.
Not to mention, Shaggy
put a hijab on