Dylan Pieper - Far Out, Man. lyrics

As I emerge The doctor hands me my first monocle I write book 8 And play with quantum particles Only to contemplate the great question If there's a God What is his complexion? Does he use L'oreal or Maybelline “Common let me see your holy sheen!” I leave the hospital that day in great reflection But as I walk down the frigid street I'm met with new directions “Here take this!” A crowd of cheetahs insist My jaw drops I had no idea cheetahs could talk They poke me and knew I wouldn't move So they stuff me in the furry spandex suit Looking down I see that I'm golden brown They cheer “Elkman!” And make me prance through the mystical town We near a rickety wooden pier I hear “Elkman!” growing louder As whiffs of charred chicken molest my nose I wonder what the hell is out there Arriving at the sight of delorean chicken coops I'm just in time for a speech “Are species is about to commit a prehistoric breach!” Everything turns bluish white POOF they're gone Wait...POOF they're back My head spins like a reversed record track The s**y beasts stepping out of those machines are more suave than Marty McFly T-rex's climb out struggling to grab champagne and cheers to their heist Then like fireworks I see rainbows shooting through the clouds Dragons fly overhead And chipmunks float towards the ground They gracefully sway wearing berets in fragile little bubbles Making a hexagon type formation And carrying a ukulele precisely towards my direction “Play! Play! Play!” The crowd chants I smile And grab it as they start to dance For every step I play a different note Like a musical Every movement spoke We were all at peace So ravished by the here and now My fear of being eaten by cheetahs seized I get lost as I close my eyes But when I open them all I see is different versions of me Each a reflection of what I perceive Like the end of a movie everything cuts and fades away I mouth words but can't speak I move my chest but can't breathe I know everything but can't think I cry and my voice echos on repeat “Where the hell am I?” --- This poem was inspired by the ideas of Kelsey Schumacher, Dustin Peverill, Carrie Pieper, Holly Weaver, Alyssa Naylor, Trevor Sells, Thomas Kaufmann, Samuel Blanford, and Kristopher Gurley. Thank you so much, It's hard to believe we made this poem a reality!