"All aboard the S.S. Carnival!" (shout the Sweepstakes Clientele)
"Tonight, we set sail for The Nervous Isle.
Wrapped and bound in Medusa-snake hands,
Cluttered in the mystery of the trial!"
We sail the Circuitry Sea, sapphire waves swollen, on repeat.
We connect cables from our heads to the frothing seafoam beds
And take in all the noise she offers, leaving clues of the aging monsters.
You know she's synthesized, a haute slow-motioned bride,
Collecting bachelors on her back, like a blurred synchronized trap.
Keep the rhythm of pageantry slow against your horror
Keep the rhythm of a drum machine pressed on human error.
So starry the night on a Circuitry Sea!
We gawk like Awkward Cranberries at her shiny freckles
So blissfully shy, she flinches form the squeeze,
A heavenly exhale, a breeze! Hisses like a scandal
All in all, we're whole. A carousel, we're whole.
Embrace the lunar fits, the 80s twist, the unabashed banishment.
We sail the Circuitry Sea, as Awkward Cranberries choking on dreams
Of sweaty scams, summer campaigns,
Jewelry hands, holiday tomb manes,
Of...land!
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