Vogon poetry rulz.

See, see the dead sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me, Morticia do you
Wonder why the mammoth ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel rundown.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your fdgsshhettst facial growth
That looks like
A booger.
What’s more, it knows
Your flummoxing potting shed
Smells of weed.
Everything under the big dead sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm shits.

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