She's happening
And the void speaks
Through crushed worlds
Like a growl through lion's teeth
Broken like Jaws lodged
On unsuspecting grills of green Safari Jeeps
The Galaxy sleeps
Unknowingly inviting ultimate defeat
From a nearby enemy
Threatening existence as we speak
In hushed tones
So as not to disturb
The babies as they sleep
Dreaming baby dreams
I'm sticky fingers wrapped around cones of ice cream
Sucking digits like treats
Faces gleaming with Glee
Impervious to the danger
Like a van driven by a stranger
Near playgrounds with verandas
Alluring with soft stuffed pandas
All under a solemn gaze
Of a void hell bent on ballistic parades
Theatrical explosions reluctantly await
And nothing changes
Just the size of the pandas
And the presence of verandas