the mutants that I see shine their beauty unto me

Transdermal celebration
Jets flew in formation
I could see them
Dropping the crustaceans
Leaving trails of flames in their wake
But where is the mutation
Who once told me it was safe, I can’t find him

(Transdermal Celebration by Ween)

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