Little star, how I wonder
whether you’re ready for us;
we got ten thousand firecrackers
inside a tincan labeled
ready for Liftoff: cut here!
We’re covered head to toe
in XXXXL JohnDear condoms
for Pro-Tection; we’ll crawl
a-planet like the louses of
your dreams; ineradicable,
ever-adaptable; disfriendly.
Don’t even bother not wishing
us to show up anytime at all.