Over The Weather
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- Nate was trapped inside,
- Nate was low on power,
- The rain drops were his iron bars
- The clouds raped him in the shower.
- All his friends had got degrees,
- Good jobs, gimp camels that farted leather,
- Nate was stuck at home, too poorly educated,
- Feeling under the weather.
- As he sat there morosely,
- Dislodging the Orangutang from somewhere in his colon,
- An idea hit him, with a crowbar,
- Took most of his pocessions and sped off in a van it had clearly stolen.
- But no less his mind was set,
- of only one goal could he think.
- But first there was the Orangutang,
- Its face enraged and pink.
- He released his bowels to sufocate it,
- And dropped it in the sink.
- Nate travelled down to Houston,
- And glued a moustache to his face.
- Forward a convincing Neil Armstrong impression,
- And Nate was now in space.
- Over the weather, no longer under it.
- Nate at last was free.
- But unfortunately Nate knew little of
- Atmospheric geography.
- Probably because he was so poorly educated,
- Or maybe he was just ill that day,
- He didn't know the effects of a vacuum on the human body
- His brain exploded, killing him instantly.