The year is 3204
And humanoids dominate the earth
Nearly nothing of the past
Remains in more that ruin
But they still the legend
Of Adil Meginrat Hughes
Born in 1974,
1974 gave him Austria
Five-foot-ten, blood type A+
He lived till 2055
81 and right-handed, he
waved good-bye to his life
Why do they still tell
His story? You’d be surprised
To know that his life was always
Quite eventful
For from birth he shared his origin
Never wavering from his tale
He was said to be inhuman
A chip off God’s tooth
Adil said His mouth was rotten
An abcess of eras unfolded
With a great big sneeze
He gnashed His teeth
And so flew Adil through
The stars
And he crashed landed among mortals
Proof of God’s chapped lips
Spewing something rotten
Only he saved the world
For the day he reached 81
He swung back into the starry night
Like a magnet meeting its beloved
Destined to return to his empty bed
In a decaying terror of power
But as his ailing body flailed
And Adil thought about his destination
But knew he’d had enough.
As he approached the yawning
Marsh of rot
He began to spin axis to axis
So quickly
so swift in his trajectory
That he bounced off his long
lost half
And down God’s throat he
Tumbled
Where he began to grow
His limbs grew forth
His cells combined
And he became divine
and so pronouns became His
domain, the capital earned
in his parasitism
and rather than consume His
creation
and sneeze Himself away
He merely brushed His teeth.