Esponca Liberation Front V The Waivering Wavers

Enough already with the magic sparkle pixie
dandelion fluff fairy dust
Clogging up my airwaves and crusting my nostrils
Those pastel shades make me queasy
I long for a burnt sienna and prussian blue sandwich

Your feeble wands cannot transform those giant
clumsy floating loofahs
Into tiny shining androgynous knights on horseback
No matter how furiously or gracefully you wave at them

So quit wiggling your iridescent scantily clad hips
Whooshing through those feathery hoops
And leave the liquid creatures of the watery deep
To mind their own gelatinous business