What time is it, ask the sky
Surmising nine from its pie
It’s coming tonight
No pie in the sky
Not desperate, not Dan
Stuff your cow pie, asshole
I’m Dan Dare with a space rifle, lying with aliens and warp-travelling.
Waiting hours smoking dope
Breath-stoking ashed hope
Midnight lifting werewolves from living rooms
Surveillance spied a lycanthrope
Baying at the moon in DPD’s docking bay; mansome psychopomp
Clouds uplift of my amazing hazy, more arriving imminently.
Alchemisland 
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