Mexican free-tailed bats spiral out of my soul for you!
It’s the mental effort and organisation I respect
The bats are hungry for pests like corn earworm moths
the organisation is a bunch of New York mobsters
sitting around a large rectangular table
while ominous music plays in the background
pups flap into the night sky
swooping down on people in their underwear at a pool party
Panic ensues from the false news report
I kill my television and browse the internet
It’s a mad house like Charlton Heston said
Are you taking the night off?
If she’s afro-latina she’s still black
I’ll tell you about it in the morning