“It was not a secret anymore
That on the dark side of the moon
Strange happenings would’ve been
A common sight, were it
Possible to watch.”
Of all the remarkable creatures,
Whose tales were whispered,
In the darkest corners of the internet,
The most peculair was Bob!
Bob the mystery bean
Consumed simple minds.
He promised refined entheogenic pleasures.
He promised aligned enlightened perpectives.
The wretched simple ones
Were then overwhelmed
By the complexities and intricacies
Of the universe Bob would expose them to.
On dark side of moon
There are lost souls
And Bob simply bobs
If you point a finger.
If you ever get to go there, consume responsibly.