Blue Forest GirlA Poem by SquinklaPsyOpsBlue Forest Girl
Safe Inside the City Limits
Outside America’s city limits, The Red Forest Gays lie in wait, Outside America City’s city limits, These PsyOps Gays for their scout wait, He returns from an obscure hole, “The Password?” Query the Red Forest PsyOps Gays. “I’m happy,” says the scout returning from the hole. “We're happy,” chorus all the Red Forest Gays. “Did you see the girl?” PsyOp Cyclops, King of Red Forest Gays says. “I saw the girl.” “The Blue Forest Girl?” “The Blue Forest Girl,” the PsyOps scout from Red Forest states. “Tell me of her dreams, her thoughts.” “She hates old people for their pessimism. She feels animals should not sleep in snow. She imagines the legions of Hell’s demons being defeated by American soldiers’ souls.” “Did she download them?” “She shouts victory cries over their graves.” “Are you writing on her body?” “I’m drawing on her bones, the instructions for her soul,” PsyOp Cyclops’s gay cackle crackles through icicles in Red Forest trees. “Does she know she works for me?” “She knows and knows how to make those inside the city limits’ belief in us cease to be.” “In we?” “In we.” “Using I.T.?” “She will use I.T…She’ll write of us on poetry sites. All who hear her will think her impolite, and believe that all aligned against PsyOps must be aligned with Al Jazeera, aligned against gays and military careers” “You wrote it on her bones?” “I drew it in her soul through an obscure hole that travels into city limit homes.” © 2013 SquinklaPsyOpsAuthor's Note
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Added on August 1, 2013Last Updated on August 28, 2013 Tags: Blue Forest Girl AuthorSquinklaPsyOpsUSConstitutionAboutWriter Of The TwentyFirstCentury, confiscated the PsyOps script from the corrupt military radio host that was remotely assaulting me inside the city, which I plan to publish parts of it here, to study.. more..Writing
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