Fuck Space Carps

Written By: Beak Wyatte

Fuck Dem Carps - A poem by Beak Wyatte, curator by day, spessman by night.

Them space carps are horrid,
So this spacemans log needs to be recorded
I could see the light, my soul was getting transported
that carp bit me, till I was on the floor and I was fighting carps like George Foreman
Tried to bargain for my life but I couldn't afford it
Plans of adventuring, thwarted, I was just trying to explore and got contorted.