The moon is lopsided
I think someone dented it
I hope they have insurance
You can push with all your might
But you can only pull with your weight
If that is not enough, it is you who moves, not the object
Physics is a bitch
I don’t like sciences with equations that can be solved
Makes it harder to fake that you know what your talking about
The great mouth of the earth
Smiles and gnashes its mountainous teeth
We are all food
Flies do not hesitate
900 facets to look through
And no time to decide
Cows would eat us if they could
They think about it a lot
How much grass can you eat?
High fructose corn syrup
On the cob
Two hump caramel
The mind is a zoo for our memories
Sometimes we try to simulate their natural enviorment
But usually they sleep in empty cages
If I could live on the moon I would
But what would I wash it down with
