no hobos aboard

No Hobos Aboard

It's time to go downstairs and bring joy to

a blow to the head, for example...the brain

echoes against the walls and the tentacle snaps

by finding my parents. Learning my "human" name

of what seem like statues, of men and women,

the motley array of intergalactic pirates fall silent.

Red, white and blue bunting around the perimeter of

TIK TOK's legs are too short! his body too heavy!

Let's see what this piece of junk can do. Ready, everybody?

A major traffic jam on this one-way street caused by two

clustered ORNAMENTS of every description; ornaments

finally getting close enough to zap him with an electric charge;

the ones you left helpless, at home, so you could dress up

a helpless old woman in a cage - rolls by, drawn by gleeful

aerial battle fireworks out the window and on the viewscreens

to escape from the humiliation of her present state.