Time flew over the cuckoos nest

I stretched my legs till I could reach the sky
It still wasn’t enough
So I shrunk myself till I was invisible to the naked eye
I still wasn’t satisfied
So I stretched my arms till I could reach the clouds
But kept my legs short so I could still touch the ground
But my voice wasn’t loud
I sounded too much like a mouse
So I enlarged my head and my throat box
And I screamed and screamed
Till I smashed all the clocks
And time flew over the cuckoos nest
Now I forget the rest.

The Axolotl & The Anglerfish

“Go on!” The axolotl says “Pull my legs!”
“Why, oh why would I do a thing like that?”
What a cute little beast the axolotl is!
“Pull my legs! I grow back limbs!”
“Back limbs? Why do you want limbs on your back!”
The axolotl is always smiling.
“Do it for science,” Says a womanly voice, the sound of a goddess it must be!
“Holy Moses!” It’s the Anglerfish.
No goddess, just fucking terrifying!
“Can’t you see the beauty in my sharp, sharp teeth?” She grins
But what other expression could it have been?
“They serve a purpose I suppose, there is beauty in that.”
“But you said there is no purpose.” The axolotl said in its sweet little voice
“No grander purpose,” I reply
“Only the purpose of now.” The Anglerfish added.
I quite agreed, but it tormented me, “But that’s the problem.”
“What is?” Axolotl asks
“It leads to this thing we call hedonism, and that isn’t necessarily any good either.” I frowned in thought
“ If you’re looking for something, pull my limbs!”
“What would that achieve?”
“Nothing. I just really want to show you my party trick.”
The Anglerfish sighed, “I create my own light.”
“The human species creates light, but we sacrificed the stars. They’re seldom seen, even at night.”
“Damn!” The axolotl said
“That’s very sad.” The Anglerfish agreed.

Depression

“It’s cloudy out.”
She looks at me puzzled, “Blue skies.”
“They’re all lies.”
“There isn’t a cloud in sight.” She remarks with a frown.
“No. It’s the ones you can’t see that are sure to make us drown.”
“Are you trying to bring everyone down?”
“No.”
“But you’re so,” She swats a fly away, “Depressing.”
“Yes. I know. Everything reminds me that I’m depressed.”
“Well look the other way.”
“I do. I see through the illusion
I’m afraid I haven’t been blessed
With delusion.
At best I’ve been christened with holy water
But we all know that’s next to useless.”