KEEP CALM MY GLUTEUS MAXIMUS

I have begun hating this poor once-cool World War Two poster.

It is everywhere.

People are misusing it.

It is everywhere.

Misuse I tell you. Keep calm and happy birthday? Testicles, I say.

Next thing you know this'll be pooping up, excuse the pun.

peopel pls.

I was going to tell you about how the moon looked like a giant luminescent ball tonight, 
                              
                                                      suspended in the inky sky                                                                                           
by invisible threads. shining bright like lamplight.

I wanted to ask you if it was the same all the way up there, the moon, whether it looked as beautiful from there as it did from here.


but I couldn't 
because we are not the way we used to be.