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Stardust in a Tight-ass Box

What’s wrong with
checking online?

Where I am led to
believe that tiny

creatures from
some nebula—

lizard people
of ancient times—

have been monitoring
us for, well, obviously

quite some time now.
Do these lizard people

still exist? Have they
evolved? Do they

float through the
stratosphere with

Casper the Friendly
Ghost? Casper and

Friends, that is? Or
am I hallucinating?

As proof, here, have
some air. I picked

it up late last night.
It smells like musty

cereal, but believe
you me, it packs

quite a punch.
After which Judy

starts her very own
fight club. That was

so low it gave me
sticker shock.

Come now, calm
down, what are

you going to do,
anyway, sue me?

Yes, I read about
the mandate. The

moratorium on
higgledy-piggledy.

But look yonder
at those hills. And

at that mountain of
pickled pig’s feet.

No “I told you so,”
eh? Why, look who’s

flushing with embarr
assment now. P.S.

I toucan right
bat pullems.