Story Time on Poesy #1: Dirigible Homegirl

A girl got
in a balloon to go
on a trip around the world. It
became her home, which was okay
up there. Down below, the people
looked up much like ants, engaged
in their busiest possible
lives
underground
and
all over the leaves, vines,
detritus, swamp, miasma...it
was obvious to her (THE GIRL)
(SHEESH) from way up in her semi
-rigid cell airship-cum-home that if
left to their own devices,

the insects could glom-jam up
an A.I. that could overthrow and destroy us both. 

So she leaned her sweet patoot far, far
out over the side and took a big D*** at the biggest,
highest,
unwobbliest anthill she could HIT!
BULL'S
-EYE! 

This was
basically how
everybody began
developing their own language. TRUE,
A STORY, but there's less lie and more lay
in most myths than people used to be
prepared to lay down around a fire, in
the old days. Which, to bring us back full
circle on a loop-di, was basically why
everybody began developing their own 

language.