Productivity

Hypno is the name of a Pokemon,
a big yellow creature that hypnotizes
people and Pokemon with his haunting, majestic eyes,
haunting and majestic, yes,
haunting and majestic, for sure!
But not as haunting as Haunter.
And not as majestic as Majestro.
And not as for surely as Forsurenth.

Oh, I have admiration for the Admiral,
all right, la la la la,
All the angels, all the anglers,
half the Alabama archers, la la la la,
Sound the alarm with a lullaby charm!

Let’s get together and test the weather
The cranes will wear cotton and the crows will wear leather.

Samantha is a rotten child, a nymph, a spider!
Her name isn’t Samantha, she’s an Imperialist Imp,
an industrialist insider from Indiana’s Insipid Slopes.
But she sure professes her prowess; she spits perfectly Panda!
She panders to the pal-pal pandas: “Give a sweet girl a hand,”
she’ll have us understand,
“Plant your land-plants on my land forever.
Planting landly slap-handy plants forever, plant, plant.”
Samantha! A Genetic Chemical Molecular Atomic Panda!
Samantha! A Bio-nuclear Electro-magnetic Panda!
Power-nuzzled by hydros!
Her electrical circuits trans-vaporize all Pandas,
the Panda pounces, Viper-like, pouncer-like,
into the steam-engine wilderness and begins to sniff out
a Teapot with a handle,
a Teapot with a spout.

Whose head will we sever?
Whether it is his or whether it is hers,
whether it’s with Liz or whether it’s with spurs,
with the instruments of the future, that is to say,
through the instrumentality of futuristic instruments
which whole-heartedly inform star-lit investment decisions,
such as bombs lathered in lilac-colored bomb-sauce,
we shall un-instrumentize the future!

Power of the Eagle! Speak deeply into the Ears
of my Trick-Talk-Tick-Tock Talking-Tank! Squak! Squak!
The Tri-Force! I got the Tri-Force!

I'll never play Asteroids vs. Humanoids again
because I’m making a political statement.
Asteroids would never stoop to that level.