You introduced me to doomsday,
on a Haigh person’s bed.
And with cards, missiles, and nukes.
We decimated the dead.
Is Mr. Lee a mystery?
Playing the bugle on a machine?
An unreserved man in the reserve.
Semi-jobless like me and living a dream.
Someday we’ll be ridiculously rich.
Because of the TAIL of a girl named Stella.
Her story of mermaids will be epic.
And vaguely similar to a girl named Bella.
Tridents of truth.
There’re murmurs from mers,
of antarctic angry centaurs.
They’ll fight, but don’t stop it.
Because in strife: there’s profit!