Flying Potatoes...

It’s a night so dark,

I smell a dog smoking in the park,

There are books lying here and there,

A lady dances while I stare,

And I see the potatoes fly

In the crimson sky

There's that barking dog,

Engulfed by the fog,

The stars are confusing me,

Tonight I’m losing me,

And I see Aliens fly by,

Tonight the Gods are so bloody high

That dog stopped barking,

I don’t know why,

Is the end nigh?

Above the golden streetlight,

There’s a crimson sky

And the potatoes waving me goodbye…