My ship crashed and burned
I ran through the savannah
There were many colorful flowers
I slowed to a walk
The sky was blue
I climbed a mountain of hairy, white flesh
I made my way to a great cave
I slept on the hooded eye of a monster
I awoke in a carton with white walls
Awash with puddles of milk
I listened to strange music
I heard cheering
I saw the light of day
I was put on a soft, slick, pink mound
She told me to lick like a cat
It was salty like the ocean
Everybody watched
The circus crowd roared
She called me Tom Thumb
“More, Tom, please.”