The Sameland Split ( the story of sweden's sweat-birth )

Before the Man fucked mankind,
the Lords and their Leige,
a big dumb air balloon,
FUCKIN' POPPED
with an explosion of liquid.

There were some people in Samelands-
when the Flood,
(which people framed with plastic frames)
felt it was full,
two lads and a lass were left,
up upon a half-of-a-hill.

Everyone's heard half-of-a-hill is holy.
We read this in the Holy-Moly Bible.
A document which, at one time,
looked like a soggy cracker floating on a Flood,
and now is...
a pretty nice thing to keep in hotel-drawers.

When the hill became, happily,
not an island,
"I landed on solid ground!" shouted the lads,
literally simultaneously.
Bedraggled, the lass echoed the lads
like a sad walrus in a glass room.

They were all truly tired of each others bull.
Shit, well, who could blame 'em?--
searching for more stimulating or salty situations,
each had donned a shiny red toga,
made of glitter and spanky-style sparklies.
They became scarce...

Three damn years later,
it really seemed like
they seemed to be
seemingly
the only ones around,
all the way towards the beaches' seams.

The little miss became duplicitous
after so long, the sad walrus
had found one handsome litigator
to litigate the lads, still not men,
for their lusty post-Flood appetites.

Half their bastards started living
under chairs, tables + desks
the other half started living
over lands, under skies, over passes

And as you may know, most humans are inbred,
this is why. But don't worry,
now you know the past
and aren't doomed
to repeat it,
unless you repeat it.