Ferdinand
let's gas this up
and smash a bottle on her side
creeps out slow from steel womb and
slowly, silent climbs aloft
filagree on golden clouds like a silver lining
shock and awe greet down below
Icarus, Montgolfier
can't hold a candle to my cigar
burning up the atmosphere
spitting fire in a few years time
proudly sitting still and silent in the sky
yes it's mine
yes it's mine
yes it's made of Schwarz' scrapbook
and all it's air is second hand
but it holds a certain dignity
camaraderie with the clouds
Pipe Smoking Professor
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